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She's all docity jist now keep her so. As we returned we saw a light in the keepin' room, the fire was blazin' up cheerfulsome, and Marm Porter moved about as brisk as a parched pea, though as silent as dumb, and our supper was ready in no time.
As he whirled himself lightly half around on his spurred heel, his manner did not conform to his look. "Did you-uns an' them kem all the way from the valley ter view the blazin' spring?" he asked. "Looks some like hell-fire," he added incidentally, and with the tone of one familiar with the resemblance he descried.
Did I ever expect to witness such a seen? No, oh no," I sez. "What do you spoze is goin' on inside of that great roarin', blazin' monster?" Sez he, "I know what's goin' on inside of me; I know I am jest starvin', faintin' away fur want of food." "Well," sez I soothin'ly, "when we get back to the Volcano House I will ask for some bread and milk for you." "Bread and milk!" sez he bitterly.
I glanced back as I turned, but, instead of seein' the boys in the midst of a decent retreat, the crowd was swarmin' after 'em like a nest of angry hornets, while Donnelly, with his reins between his teeth, was blazin' away at three reds who were right at Barrett's heels as he ran for his horse.
They was thin when water and grass was everywhere. Thin at this season thet'll tell you how your steers was pestered. Fer instance, one night a strange runnin' streak of fire run right through the herd. That streak was a coyote with an oiled an' blazin' tail! Fer I shot it an' found out.
They was like amateurs blazin' away at canvasback." "Which Chill is it?" Wemple asked. "Chill II," Peter answered. "It's all that's left. Chill I a Greaser you know 'm Campos commandeered this noon. I was runnin' Chill III when they caught me at sundown. Made me come in under their guns at the East Coast outfit, and fired me out on my neck.
His own hut was close beside the latter. The men were leaving their work. Then presently he looked back in the direction of the distant fire. "'Tain't the prairie," he muttered. "Too thick. Guess the woods are blazin'. That's beyond the Rosy. Can't cross there, so I reckon there's no danger to us. The air do stink here; guess I'll go and git my hand-car and vamoose."
They moved some clouds over a little fur his head up there," pointing toward the deep blue April sky where white cumulus clouds were heaped, "an' his eyes was one blisterin' grief, an' blazin' hate. He walks off proud an' erect, but some like a wounded bird too. But mostly and importantly, remember, and renew your watchfulness. It's hate an' a bad Injun now. Mark my words.
"'Now, he says, more quiet than ever I can see him now, with his big eyes blazin' black out o' his white face and his little hands that seemed to me scarce more'n a baby's clenched tight at his side 'Now, I guess, I got to lick you! "An' he did!" "He beat him?" cried Mollie excitedly. "Oh, weren't you proud?" "I guess I was!" answered the little old woman, her eyes snapping with the memory.
Losh, mon, but she's a grewsome carlin', wi' the witch-locks hangin' to her neck an' her twa een blazin'!" "You drive us out to-night!" shouted Redstock. "We'll remember it when Brant is in the hills!" "The wolf-yelp! Clan o' the wolf!" screamed McCraw. "Woe! Woe to Broadalbane! 'Tis the pibroch o' Glencoe shall wake ye to the woods afire! Be warned!
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