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Hunker's Mourner. Strolling through Lone Mountain cemetery one day my attention was arrested by the inconsolable grief of a granite angel bewailing the loss of "Jacob Hunker, aged 67." The attitude of utter dejection, the look of matchless misery upon that angel's face sank into my heart like water into a sponge.
Why, they can't get along with each other! Then there's Joe McCaskey to think of. Why run into trouble?" "I've thought of all that. But Big Lars is on the crest of his wave; he has the Midas touch; everything he lays his hands on turns to gold. He believes in Hunker " "I'll find out if he does," Laure said, quickly. "He's drinking. He'll tell me anything. Wait!" With a flashing smile she was off.
Perhaps the most liberal appropriation ever made for ethnological purposes that for collecting a complete account of the North American Indians has been spent without purpose, the "job" having fallen into the hands of a "placeman," or "old hunker," as the Americans term it a man neither learned nor intellectual.
The silver-gray whig shakes hands with the hunker democrat; the former only differing from the latter in name. They are of one heart, one mind, and the union is natural and perhaps inevitable. Both hate Negroes; both hate progress; both hate the "higher law;" both hate William H. Seward; both hate the free democratic party; and upon this hateful basis they are forming a union of hatred.
He was poor Madame's only assistant in the terrible nursing of her husband; he made the most excellent tisanes and bouillons for the patients, and kept us nurses constantly supported with good meats and wines, without which we never could have gone through the fatigue; he was always at hand, and seemed to sleep, if he slept at all, with one ear and one eye open during that terrible fifteen days during which neither Madame van Hunker, he, nor I, ever took off our clothes.
I hope to see you at the game this afternoon, parson." Ere leaving the village Frank called on Bill Hunker, the constable. "Mr. Hunker," he said, "I need your services this afternoon. I want you at the baseball ground, and you had better bring along five or six good husky assistants. Let them all have authority as deputies. Every man will be paid regular wages for special service."
Gentlewomen were sitting in the tapestried hall, spinning or working with their needle. We had been known to one or two of them in former times, and while they greeted us word was taken to Madame van Hunker that we were there, and a servant brought us word to ask us to come to her in her own parlour.
Back of the ropes near first base a tough-looking crowd of Wellsburgans greeted the professionals with a cheer. "Eat 'em up, McCann!" howled a husky fellow with a broken nose. "Take some of the conceit outer this Merriwell to-day! He's been crowing over Wellsburg long enough!" Merry glanced around and saw Hunker, with several of his assistants, gathering in the vicinity of this tough crowd.
"Be you lookin' for trouble?" asked Hunker. "No, I'm not looking for it," smiled Frank. "I'm determined that there shall be no trouble. I have a premonition that we'll see an unusually large crowd, and I'm confident the crowd will contain a rough element. It is my purpose to suppress any symptoms of disorder." "All right," nodded Hunker; "I'll be there with the boys. You can depend on me."
I saw Madame van Hunker led out by a solid, wooden-faced old Dutchman, who looked more like her father than her husband; and I told Annora that I was sure she had worn the pearls only because he compelled her. 'Belike, said my sister. 'She hath no more will of her own than a hank of flax! That men can waste their hearts on such moppets as that!
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