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S. Hill Immediately after dinner we hitched the oxen to Mr. Halter's wagon. With the help of four men we loaded the stone, after having dragged it on the ground and over the rocks a hundred yards or so down the mountain side. We estimated its weight at a thousand pounds.
"Come, look here naow, yeou, don' Stan' askin' questions over 'n' over; 't beats all! ha'n't I tol' y' a dozen times?" As Abel spoke, he turned and looked at Mr. Bernard. "Hullo! What 'n thunder's that 'ere raoun' y'r neck? Ketched ye 'ith a slippernoose, hey? Wal, if that a'n't the craowner! Hol' on a minute, Cap'n, 'n' I'll show ye what that 'ere halter's good for."
"Come, look here naow, yeou, don' stan' aäskin' questions over 'n' over; 't beats all I ha'n't I tol' y' a dozen times?" As Abel spoke, he turned and looked at Mr. Bernard. "Hullo! What 'n thunder's that'ere raoun' y'r neck? Ketched ye 'ith a slippernoose, hey? Wal, if that a'n't the craowner! Hol' on a minute, Cap'n, 'n' I'll show ye what that 'ere halter's good for."
Moreover, an ample cloak, which covers him from neck to ankles, renders his figure as unrecognisable as his face. With his horse following that of the gaucho, who leads him at long halter's reach, he, too, has halted in the outer selvedge of the scrub; still maintaining the same relative position to the other as when they rode out from the sumacs, and without speaking word or making gesture.
As to the rest, they adore Caroline Halter's enamelled watch one day; and the next, I should be their 'dearest' if I would but tell them what we have for dinner at Ormersfield, and what colour your eyes are! 'The encounters have made you so epigrammatic and satirical, that there is no coming near you. 'Oh, Louis! if you knew all, you would despise me as I do myself!
"Oh, she's his, all right, only child of his only legal wife that's why she came, thinking her father would do the right thing, him that's always praying to be guided aright, and balking whenever the halter's pulled straight." "Then," Abbott stammered, "Mrs. Gregory is..." "Yap; is with a question mark.
"I hope you've got a horse," said Frank, sticking to the business in hand. "Oh! yes; we have one left that might do," Sallie answered. "Then let's get him saddled right away," Frank went on. "Can't," she snapped back, "ain't such a thing as a saddle around here any more. But I'm a country girl, you know, and I can ride bareback all right. A halter's the only bridle I want, Frank.
"Come, look here naow, yeou, don' Stan' askin' questions over 'n' over; 't beats all! ha'n't I tol' y' a dozen times?" As Abel spoke, he turned and looked at Mr. Bernard. "Hullo! What 'n thunder's that 'ere raoun' y'r neck? Ketched ye 'ith a slippernoose, hey? Wal, if that a'n't the craowner! Hol' on a minute, Cap'n, 'n' I'll show ye what that 'ere halter's good for."
He was fit for the eye of a king when we had finished grooming him, that morning, and led him out, rearing in play, his eyes flashing from under his broad plume, so that all might have a last look at him. His arched neck and slim barrel glowed like satin as the sunlight fell upon him. His black mane flew, he shook the ground with his hoofs playing at the halter's end.
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