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Edi, too, wore a drawn face as though he lived on trouble and annoyance only, and his inner wrath goaded him to unpleasant speeches, for he hardly had taken his seat at table, when he looked across at Sally and said: "You can count to-morrow the blue bumps which your friend Erick will carry home with him, when he begins in the morning before church and serves under Churi."
"I don't believe you'd like it there, Rad not where we're going. It's a bad country. Why the mosquitoes there bite holes in you raise bumps on you as big as eggs." "Oh, good land!" ejaculated the old colored man. "Am dat so Massa Tom?" "It sure is. Then there's another kind of bug that burrows under your fingernails, and if you don't get 'em out, your fingers drop off." "Oh, good land, Massa Tom!
"Ten years, ten long, glorious, splendid years." "Ten years! Surely not ten!" "Yes, ten beautiful years." "I wish to God I had come with you then. I might have been well, I should have been saved some bumps and a ghastly cropper at last." "'Cut it out, Jack, as the boys say here. En avant! We never look back in this land, but ever forward. Oh, now isn't this worth while?"
I have rarely met a sensible man who would not allow that there was something in Phrenology. A broad, high forehead, it is commonly agreed, promises intellect; one that is "villanous low" and has a huge hind-head back of it, is wont to mark an animal nature. I have as rarely met an unbiassed and sensible man who really believed in the bumps.
He hadn't et fer so long thet yer could see ther bumps made by his backbone through his shirt. I hed some grub in my war bag, an' I fed an' watered him. This yer nag wuz all in, too, an' he hed a long way ter go, so when ther feller ups an' perposes ter trade ponies I give him ther merry cachinnation." "Ther what?" "Ther laugh." "Go ahead, podner, yer shore hez a splendid education."
Squills to be prodigious, and those freely developed bumps gave great breadth to his forehead. Well-shaped, too, was Uncle Jack, about five feet eight, the proper height for an active man of business.
After an hour of this enjoyment I took to circling, and, in the exuberance of my feelings, attempted some quite new and complex performances, which resulted in a few more corruscations and bumps. But these were trifles. I heeded them not. At last, however, I stood still and became thoughtful. We must all become thoughtful sooner or later.
The children told me afterwards that they sent him "such a many bumps of big apples and stones" that he was frightened, and ran blundering home. When I came to myself it was night. Above me were a few pale stars that expected the moon. I thought I was alone. My head ached badly, and I was terribly athirst. I turned wearily on my side.
He looked at me like a dim phrenological bust. "The information ?" "Vereker's secret, my dear man the general intention of his books: the string the pearls were strung on, the buried treasure, the figure in the carpet." He began to flush the numbers on his bumps to come out. "Vereker's books had a general intention?" I stared in my turn. "You don't mean to say you don't know it?"
"Whisky in the JAR," the driver sang to himself shifting through gears. "Musharingumgoogee . . . WAK for the Daddy-O . . . " He turned and shouted over the engine, "Where you coming from?" "Wiesbaden." "Germany?" "Yes," Patrick shouted back. "WAK for the Daddy-O . . . Good beer, the Krauts." They flew off bumps and jolted around curves for five or six miles. Conversation was impossible.
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