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Long before I owned property here, or ever expected to, m'wife and I used to ride down this way, and stop the buggy to get this view over the water. When people talk to me about the Hill, I can understand 'em. It's snug, and it's old-fashioned, and it's where they've always lived. But when they talk about Commonwealth Avenue, I don't know what they mean.
I'd let the place for seventy-five dollars a year to a shif'less kind of a Kanuck that had come down that way; and I'd hated to see the house with him in it; but we drove out one Saturday afternoon, and we brought back about a bushel of the stuff in the buggy-seat, and I tried it crude, and I tried it burnt; and I liked it. M'wife she liked it too.
I was about broken-hearted, but m'wife she looked at it another way. 'I guess it's a providence, says she. 'Silas, I guess you've got a country that's worth fighting for. Any rate, you better go out and give it a chance. Well, sir, I went. I knew she meant business. It might kill her to have me go, but it would kill her sure if I stayed. She was one of that kind. I went.
Casey's eyes had left the wheels of the trucks and dwelt upon a trailer penned round and filled with uneasy animals. "Yeah. Twelve, not countin' the little fellers. And m'wife an' six young ones all told. Makes quite a drag on the ole boat. Knocks thunder outa tires, too. You say you got my size? We-ell, I guess I got to have 'em, cost er no cost." "Sure you got to have 'em.
He saw Tol'able sitting on a back bench; with a mutual gesture the two men rose and left the tent. "I had to bring m'wife," Tol'able explained; "did you see her sitting on the platform? She's one of the main grievers. I got some good licker in the wagon better have a comforter." They walked down to a dusty, two-seated surrey, where, from under a horse blanket, Tol'able produced a small jug.
He found himself confronted by Nelia in a white-faced, low-voiced fury instead of in the mood he had expected. She wasn't sorry; she wasn't apologetic; she wasn't even amiable or conciliatory. "Gus Carline! Drunk, as usual. What do you mean by this?" "S'all right!" he assured her, flapping his hands. "Y're m'wife; I'm your husban'! S'all right!" She drew her pistol and fired a bullet past him.
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