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What might not be expected from this most conservative of pioneers? Even Old Colonial says it is better that we should "harden ourselves to it." But occasionally, in the stilly watches of the night, I hear a hasty remark from his corner of the shanty, which leads me to believe that, with all the years of his mosquito experience, he is not wholly hardened yet.
A single drop or two spilled in the palm of the hand is sufficient to rub over all the parts exposed, and will often ensure sleep, where otherwise such a thing would be impossible. I have often lain with my face so smeared, and listened to the sharp hum of the mosquito as it approached, fancying that the next moment I should feel its tiny touch, as it settled down upon my cheek, or brow.
Then perceiving that they had forgotten him, and were going away without even arranging his mosquito net for the night, he slowly turned his clouded visual organ in their direction, and composed himself to rest. As the two girls entered the house, Miriam clapped her hands. "What a surprise this will be for Ralph!" she exclaimed.
Moreover, "mosquito men" are not accustomed to carry their devotion to duty to the point of crawling under trunks in their quest. For a few days following, the hunt led me through all Gatun and vicinity.
"Yes, sir," murmured Michael Mont, "what do you keep fit for?" "Jack," cried Imogen, enchanted, "what do you keep fit for?" Jack Cardigan stared with all his health. The questions were like the buzz of a mosquito, and he put up his hand to wipe them away.
Jinks, "I have much to occupy me to-day." "Ah? Well, set about it set about it! Don't you know that the great element of success in life, from killing a mosquito to winning an empress, is to strike at once, and at the right moment? Go on, Jinks, my boy, and luck to you!" "Thanks, sir," replied Mr. Jinks "I hope I shall have luck." "Of course, because you have genius!
"Mark my words, that child'll be plucked in her 'tests'," observed M. P. "Serve her right, say I, for playing the billy-ass," returned Cupid, and killed a giant mosquito with such a whack that her wrist was stained with its blood. "Ugh, you brute! ... gorging yourself on me. But I'm dashed if I know how Evelyn can be bothered to have her always dangling round."
The store was soon full to overflowing, and so was our one room, for everything ordered for the house had arrived rolls of calico heavy and unbleached, mosquito netting, blue matting for the floors, washstand ware, cups and saucers, and dozens of smaller necessities piled in every corner of the room.
It was the gentle hour of dusk. My guru was matchlessly interpreting the ancient texts. At his feet, I was in perfect peace. A rude mosquito entered the idyl and competed for my attention. As it dug a poisonous hypodermic needle into my thigh, I automatically raised an avenging hand. Reprieve from impending execution! "Why didn't you finish the job?" "Master! Do you advocate taking life?"
We drove to a house, where the men changed their socks, and rubbed their horses with straw, they said, two hours, and then fed them. We pursued our journey without further difficulties to our school in Toledo. Often did my whilom slave scholars refer to the excitement at Mosquito Creek ford.
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