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"Look!" screamed Ham, and pulled up a handful of straw, in which the fireworks had been packed. "What does this mean?" As he spoke he held up two half-burnt pasteboard tubes -the remains of two Roman candles. The burnt-out remains of several pinwheels followed.
"Here's our camp -or what's left of it," said Ham as they came to the clearing. "Now, if you " He stopped short and gazed ahead, with eyes bulging from his head. Snap gave a yell. "Boys, here he is! The chimpanzee, and he's having a high old time!" All of the others rushed forward, and saw a sight that filled some with rage and others with laughter.
But we cannot be quite certain whether his protest is the protest of the first anarchist against government, or whether it is the protest of the last savage against civilisation. The cruelty of ages and of political cynicism or necessity has done much to burden the race of which Gorky writes; but time has left them one thing which it has not left to the people in Poplar or West Ham.
Ay, you may look surprised at me, you two pragmatical Scotsmen; but I have, so to speak, lived with the man for months, and there's fineness and nobility in him. He would be a terrible enemy, but a just one. He has the heart of a poet and a king, and it is God's curse that he has been born among the children of Ham.
Jollie, the French valet that comes here frequent with the master's partner, wants dripped coffee and the fat scraped clean from his chop shank, else the flavour's spoiled for him, and Bruce the mistress' brother's man wants boiled coffee, and thick fat left on his breakfast ham, what stands between my poor 'ead and a h'assleyum? that's what I wants to know.
"Who was it, do you know?" questioned Dave. "It was Ham Staver. I suppose Sol Blugg and Larry Jaley sent him ahead to steal the hosses. They thought it would be easy, with us asleep." "It came pretty near being so," answered Dave, gravely. Tom Dillon was glad enough to rest, and to partake of the hearty meal the boys prepared for him.
But all the same a couple of hours' hard work had been given to the task, and Dick was still far from his goal, when it occurred to him that a little of the bread and butter cut in slices, and with a good thick piece of ham between each pair, would not be amiss. He laid the pole across the boat, then, and for a quarter of an hour devoted himself to the task of food conversion for bodily support.
"How do you get them?" inquired Fat, who was always interested in anything new, so long as it had possibilities of something to eat in it. "Well, it's a good deal of hard work and some inconvenience until you get started. But, O my! the eats the next day! Little fat fellows all stewed down until they're tender." "Let's get a bunch," suggested Willis weakly, watching Ham for a cue.
"Anyway, we can't have ham for breakfast," she said, twitching out the frying pan rather viciously. "We'll have to put up with canned chicken if the cans haven't disappeared too." They hadn't, and we soon produced a very tolerable breakfast. But neither of us had much appetite. "Do you suppose Peter Crow has taken the horses as well as the ham?" I asked.
Foster. I think I ought to write to Mr. Hart, and thank him for his recommendation." "Just as you please, Hamilton," said Mrs. Kinzer; "but this is their very first week, you know." "Guess dey won't fool Dick much, anyhow," said the radiant Glorianna. "But wot's dat 'bout de corn-shellin'?" "That's all right," said Ham. "Shelling corn won't hurt him. Glad there's plenty of it.
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