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"I'd rather just watch you," Tom said, uneasily. "He doesn't care anything about the scouts any more," Dorry Benton piped up. "Since he's a magnet," Peewee shouted. "You mean a magnate," Doc said. "What difference does it make what I mean?" the irrepressible Peewee yelled. "As long as you don't mean anything," Roy shouted. "Away dull care; let's get down to business.
That, according to Doc Quinn, a former slave, and self-styled exmember of Cullen Baker's Gang, was the custom before and shortly after the Civil War. The cotton-seed would be dumped into a hugh pot, and boiled for several hours, the seed gradually rising to the top. The seed would then be dipped off with a ladle.
You must get your sleep. It's very kind of you " "Now look right here, Eve," the busy woman said decidedly, "you've got nothing to say about it, please. Do you think I could sleep in my bed with you fretting and worrying your poor, simple heart out? What if he woke up in the night an' an' had another? Who's to go and fetch Doc?
That evening a dozen rough and awkward men of the camp came casually in to visit Miss Doc, whose old-time set of thoughts and ideas had been shattered, till in sheer despair of getting them all in proper order once again she let them go and joined in the general outbreak of amusement.
I've suspected this, but now here's confirmation." Chris began preparing specimens, while Doc got busy with tubes of the culture. They'd have to test various fluids from the tiny bodies, but there were enough cultures prepared. Then, if the substance only inhibited growth, there would be a long, slow test; if it killed the bugs, they might know more quickly.
"Mind I ain't sayin' that what I tells you is what them Road Runners really remarks; but I turns it over to you-all the way it strikes me an' Doc at the time. What I aims to relate, how-ever, is an incident as sheds light on how wise an' foxy Road Runners be.
Once when I was too ill to leave Presho and we stayed for the night in a little frame hotel, Doc Newman came in to look me over. "Do you girls get enough nourishing food?" he asked. "We eat up all the store profits," lamented Ida Mary. He laughed. "Keep on eating them up. And slow down." Pioneer women, old and new, went through many hardships and privations.
Shore, we consults; but that don't come to nothin' ontil the o'casion when Doc Peets takes the tangle in ser'ous hand. "Thar's a day dawns when Missis Rucker gets exasperated over Dave's ill-yoosage. Missis Rucker is a sperited person an' she canters over an' onloads her opinions on Tucson Jennie.
Hennage turned slowly and walked out of the drug-store, for he had accomplished his mission. Once again, without recourse to violence, he had maintained his reputation as the worst man in San Pasqual, for his power lay, not in a clever bluff, but in his all-too-evident downright honesty of purpose. Had Doc Taylor presumed to fly in the face of Providence, after that warning, Mr.
Rainey took the dismissal and went up to the relief of Hansen. He did not mention what had happened until the Scandinavian referred to it indirectly. "They put the doc overboard, sir, soon's Mr. Lund an' you bane go below." It seemed a summary dismissal of the dead, without ceremony.
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