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I think the post on the river which we will reach is called M'Bina, it is a hundred miles above Yandjali; we can get a boat from there to Leopoldsville. I have been thinking it all out this morning." "How about a guide?" "These soldiers here know the rubber track, for they often escort the loads." "Good," said Adams. "I will have some sort of litter rigged up and we will carry you.
The forest was very silent, and seemed listening. The evening light and the shade of the leaves cast gloom around them. Adams could hear his own heart thumping and the breathing of the porters behind him. If Berselius had lost his way, then they were lost indeed. After a moment Berselius spoke, as a man speaks whose every hope in life is shattered. "The path is gone."
"Well, so long as they are not wanted, they look right elegant in those blue jackets," Miss Adams observed. "But if there was any trouble, I guess we would wish they were less ornamental and a bit whiter." "I am not so sure of that, Miss Adams," said the Colonel. "I have seen these fellows in the field, and I assure you that I have the utmost confidence in their steadiness."
He started in spite of himself. "Please don't think of that now, Margaret, I beg of you. Lie down and try to sleep. I have sent for another doctor, a specialist. He will be here soon." "A specialist? How can he help me? You hired that Mr. Adam Adams but he has deserted me. But then but then he must have learned the truth!" She gave a sob and buried her face in her hands.
It was that John Adams after he had been President was one day taking a party out to dinner, at his home in Quincy, when one of his guests noticed a portrait over the door and said, 'You have a fine portrait of Washington there, Mr. Adams! 'Yes, was the reply, 'and that old wooden head made his fortune by keeping his mouth shut;" and Grant laughed again with uncommon enjoyment.
"Please, mother, let us in," answered Charley. "We've got a man who was freezing in a stairway. Where'll we put him?" "Gracious goodness! Take him right through and put him on the sofa. Oh, George!" and she called to Mr. Adams. "Is he badly frozen, Charley?" she asked, as Charley, tugging away, passed her. "I don't think so, ma'am," replied the long-nosed man, speaking up. "No, ma'am. Not yet.
Her heart went out to him in sympathy for this confession of his orphaned life. "I'm Mary Adams," she smiled in answer. "I'm a teacher in the public schools." "Gee that accounts for it! I thought you looked like you knew everything in those books. And you've been to Asheville, too?" "Yes." "Suppose it's not as big a burg as New York?"
And the voice of Berselius was not the voice of the Berselius of yesterday. It had lost the decision and commanding tone that made it so different from the voices of common men. "It will pass," said Adams. "It is only a shake-up of the brain. Why, I have seen a man after a blow on the head with his memory clean wiped out. He had to learn his alphabet again." Berselius did not reply.
Adams wants us girls to leave off drinking tea for the sake of a great principle, I want you for my escort to the tea-party. It will be a grand affair and you will have a chance to see the best people of the town." "I am at your service, and will do the best I can," Robert replied.
"Oh, I'd seen him a few times, though I'd never been up to Ashley. As long as Grandfather was alive and the mill at Adams Center was running, Uncle Burton used to go there to see his father, and I always used to be hanging around Grandfather and the mill, and the woods. I was crazy about it all, as a boy, used to work right along with the mill-hands, and out chopping with the lumbermen.
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