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We spent two days at Bontok very quietly and agreeably. Father Clapp has been here seven years, has compiled a Bontok-English Dictionary, and translated the Gospel of Saint Mark into the vernacular. As already said, he has a school, a sort of hospital; is building a stone church; is full of his work, and deserves the warmest support.
It is a tradition that the place came into favor through the personal efforts of the energetic Henry Clapp.
I suppose Amelia's father and mother saw through the intentions of the Major, and were not ill-disposed to encourage him; for Dobbin visited their house daily, and stayed for hours with them, or with Amelia, or with the honest landlord, Mr. Clapp, and his family. It was this little child who commonly acted as mistress of the ceremonies to introduce him to Mrs. Osborne.
"Then you may answer this question, and we will excuse you. How was the gentleman dressed when you saw him?" "In a linen duster and a felt hat." "Let the jury remember that. And now let us hear from Richard Clapp. Is Richard Clapp in the room?"
Attorney Vanderveer questioned this witness as follows: "Who shot Jeff Beard in the right breast?" "I don't know." "Did you do it?" "I don't know." "Thank you! That's all," said Vanderveer with a smile. The next witness was C. A. Mitchell, employee of the Clark-Nickerson Mill. He testified that he belonged to Company "B" under the command of Carl Clapp.
It is astonishing that these people should not have evolved a better house, seeing that the Ifugaos have done it, and the Kalinga houses, which we were to see in a day or two, are really superior affairs. Passing by a certain house, Father Clapp stopped and said, "Here is where Pitapit was born," and stood expectant.
All the brightness and busy-ness in her was changed for selfish lamentations, and still the burden of her complaint was, "I shan't have any flowers in Redding. My garden, oh, my garden." "I don't know what's come to her," said poor Mrs. Forcythe. "She's not like the same child at all." And old Mrs. Clapp, who had been very fond of Mary, declared that she never knew a girl so altered.
Clapp into the drawing-room, the introduction took place without farther preface. Mrs. Stanley had been conversing with Miss Patsey and Elinor; she was rather taken by surprise when Mr. Clapp, advancing before her, said, with a flourish, "Mr. Taylor, Mrs. Stanley." Both the gentlemen were received by her with as much quiet coolness as was consistent with civility to her friend's guests.
"You should be proud that he is fighting for all of us." "Who we fight?" the redskin continued. "Why," the Senator replied, surprised. "We are fighting the Kaiser you know, the Germans." "Hah," mourned the chief. "Too dam bad." "Why bad?" protested Senator Clapp, getting primed for a lecture on Teutonic kultur and its horrors. "Too dam bad," repeated the old Indian.
Clapp, whose acquaintance had commenced on board a steamboat that very morning, were walking together up and down the hall, which they had pretty much to themselves. They touched on business, which was pronounced very active; and on politics, which were declared to be particularly dull, just then: Mr.
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