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Most likely he'll be glad, fer he doesn't take much to the water. I don't know what we're goin' to do with that boy." "But what will you do without the boat, Sam'l? It's our only means of living, and with that gone we'll starve." "Oh, I guess we'll pull through somehow. I'll git the boat afloat when her load's taken off, if she isn't too hard an' fast on them mud flats.
Kink stopped too, and the farmer and he glared at each other. "You must back down to the next gate," said the farmer. "Back yourself," said Kink. "Your load's lighter than mine." "But it's my land you're on," said the farmer. "It's a public road," said Kink. It looked as though they might stay there for ever, but suddenly the farmer began to laugh. "Why, you're not gipsies," he said.
When Doc Peets trails in from 'Doby's, where he's been in the interests of science that a-way, Billy at once drug him aside for a pow-wow. They talks over in one corner of the Red Light awhile, then Billy looks up like one load's offen his mind, an' yells: " 'Barkeep, it's another boy. Use my name freely in urgin' drinks on the camp.
"Look ye here," said Ike, waving his arms about from the top of the pile of baskets, and addressing me as if from a rostrum. "When you loads a cart, reck'lect as all your weight's to come on your axle-tree. Your load's to be all ballancy ballancy, you see, so as you could move it up or down with a finger." "Oh yes, I see!" I cried. "Oh yes, you see now I've telled you," said Ike.
The one that looks delicate, Ruth, had a bad fainting spell, and the plump little one, she breaks down and cries every now and then, but the other two, they sit around white and still, not saying a word or shedding a tear. 'Tain't natural. The Lord meant tears to ease our hearts, when the load's too heavy to bear. It worries me when I see folks taking their trouble dry-eyed."
"I hope they'll come, lass," he said sadly; "what makes ye think they will?" "I feel sure on it. I feel it here," replied the woman, placing her hand on her breast. "Sweet Miss Lizzie Gordon and me prayed together that the Lord would send 'em home if it was His will, an' ever since then the load's bin off my heart."
"The ship that was on Orede came in during the night," Maril told him shakily. "It was loaded with frozen meat, but one load's not enough to make a difference on a whole planet! And if Weald hunts for us on Orede, we daren't go back for more meat." She said abruptly, "There are some prisoners. They were miners. They were crowded out of the ship.
"I can't beat a dumb brute when it's doing its best," he said, looking away from her, shy and ashamed. "But the wagon would have gone down to the bottom of the hill. It was going." "What would that have mattered? We could have taken some of the things out and carried them up afterwards. When a horse does his best for you, what's the sense of beating the life out of him when the load's too heavy.
"Of course, now our load's gone, the brake works all right, an' I hooks a-holt onto the side about a hundred feet from where Jess stands like a marble statute, lookin' down inter the gulch. "'Come on, Jud, says I, layin' my hand onto his arm soft-like; 'we gits out here. "He don't say nothin', but tries to shake me off.
They're a new kind I heard of last winter, and I got a case from Boston last week. I don't see how I ever managed to run my camps without them. Do you see that shot?" said he, opening one end of a cartridge. "Well, take one in your hand and pinch it." Phil did so, and it crumbled to dust in his hand. "When that load's fired," said Peter, "all the shot will crumble into dust.
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