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Someone muttered a prayer in a foreign tongue: "... Nuestra Dama de Guadalupe te pido, por favor... Tengo miedo I'm scared... Pero pienso mas en ella I think more of her. Mi chula, mi linda... My beautiful Eileen... Keep her " The prayer broke off, as if a switch was turned. It had been brash Ramos... Now there were only some fragments of harmonica music...
Tell the musician that he should play on the harmonica, and teach the women to sing songs; say to the poet, to the author, that he ought to cast aside his poems and romances, and compose song-books, tales, and stories, comprehensible to the uneducated people, they will say that you are mad.
He dragged in all that came to his hand for the astonishment of Liubka. Once he brought along for her a large self-made serpent a long cardboard hose, filled with gunpowder, bent in the form of a harmonica, and tied tightly across with a cord. He lit it, and the serpent for a long time with crackling jumped over the dining room and the bedroom, filling the place with smoke and stench.
"Of course he didn't!" cried Nancy, triumphantly. "Didn't I tell you? But who did, and how did you find out?" "Peaslee," said Farnsworth. "He owned up." "Mr. Peaslee! Then that awful harmonica Why, the wretch!" "Sh!" warned Farnsworth. "Not so loud! These are jury-room secrets which I'm not supposed to tell." But he told them, nevertheless.
But just then something else occurred to attract their attention. A donkey, long-eared, long-haired, dirty and unkempt trotted into the ring and spun about like a top for a full minute. On the ludicrous-looking beast's back sat a boy in the makeup of a blackface clown. In his mouth was a harmonica, that he played lustily, as he sat facing to the rear with his back toward the donkey's head.
This literary Trilby would often appear seated on piles of books, and with hooked fingers would point out with a grin of malice two yellow volumes whose title dazzled the eyes. Then when he saw he had attracted the author's attention he spelt out, in a voice alluring as the tones of an harmonica, Physiology of Marriage!
"Before he was in the scouts he used to be a radiator ornament on an automobile," Roy persisted. "There's a caterpillar, enter him up, Kid," he added. "Up at Temple Camp," Pee-wee yelled in merciless retaliation, "they they told him he could play on the veranda and he said he could only play on the harmonica!" "I admit it," Roy said. "That was when I was a second-hand scout."
The passengers, conversing aloud, seated themselves to drink tea; the porters bustled about on the gallery, setting the tables; somewhere below, on the stern, in the third class, a child was crying, a harmonica was wailing, the cook was chopping something with knives, the dishes were jarring producing a rather harsh noise.
He beamed now at the genial cook's greeting, and took out his harmonica, running over the full scale as a suitable answer. "Here, sit ye down, 'Red," Mrs. Quinn ordered. "But first see that yer feet is wiped off. I don't want to see no dirt along me clean floor."
Primmie Cash, who had stooped to pick up the dropped harmonica, fell on her knees beside it. Captain Jethro stamped and roared for silence. "Be still!" he shouted. "Stop! STOP! By the everlastin', I'll I'll Julia! Julia!" But Julia did not answer this time. Neither did Little Cherry Blossom.
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