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Lord Bullfrog's man was a ridin' of him, and he kept him outside the crowd, showin' off his pints, and passin' him backwards and forwards under people's noses, to 'tract the notish of the nobs parsecutin, what I call and I see'd Mr. Sponge struck I've known Mr. Sponge many years, and a 'ticklar nice gent he is well, Mr. Sponge pulled hup, and said to the grum, "Who's o' that oss?"

Her very mind seems to hae passed into mine; and I feel, when I'm thinking her thoughts, a satisfaction I never feel when my ain are passin, like unbidden ghaists, through my mind. But surely I hae some excuse: is she no a noble cratur?

Passin' over details, let me tell you that I became a pirate. I ran away to sea, an' by dint of perseverance, as the Sunday-school books useter say, in my badness I soon became the centre of a evil lot; an' when I says to 'em, 'Boys, I wants to be a pirate chief, they hollers back, loud like, 'Jim, we're with you, an' they was.

An' one day he drew it all of a suddent and let fly at a big bum-bee that wos passin', yellin' out that it wos the finest wot he had iver seed. He missed the bee, of coorse, cause it was a flyin' shot, he said, but he sent the whole charge right into Martin's back Martin was my comrade's name. By good luck Martin had on a thick leather coat, so the shot niver got the length o' his skin.

It was mighty soothin' and comfortin' to feel that whatever might happen now, I always knew just whar Abner was passin' his nights." Poor slim Mrs. Wade had no disquieting sense of humor to interfere with her reception of this large truth, and she accepted it with a burst of reminiscent tears.

"When you've lived as long as I have, child," said Aunt Jane presently, "you'll feel that you've lived in two worlds. A short life don't see many changes, but in eighty years you can see old things passin' away and new ones comin' on to take their place, and when I look back at the way Sunday used to be kept and the way it's kept now, it's jest like bein' in another world.

"'Twas funny one time Joe an' Green, two niggers on our place, et dey supper an' run 'way at night an' afte' dey was kotched, dey tol' us dat when dey was passin' through de woods dat night a great big old gran'daddy owl flopped his wings an' Joe said 'we'd better turn back. I allus heard hit was bad luck fer to hear a owl floppin' lack dat, but Green said 'twant nothin', jes a old owl floppin', but he jes naturally flopped diffrunt dat night, an' Green walked on 'bout 15 steps an' somebody shot him dead.

"It's one evenin' an' the moon is swingin' high in the bloo-black heavens an' looks like a gold doorknob to the portals of the eternal beyond. Texas Thompson fixes his eyes tharon, meditative an' pensive, an' then he wonders: "'Do you-all reckon, now, that folks is livin' up thar? "'Whatever do you think yourse'f, Colonel? says Enright, passin' the conundrum over to the editor of the Coyote.

He's passin' them! Th' Ramblin' Kid is passin' 'em!" No one answered him. His voice was drowned in the mighty roar that surged from five thousand throats and rolled in waves of echoing and re-echoing sound across the field. "He's ridin' round 'em!" "Th' Ramblin' Kid is goin' around them!" "Great heavens! Look at that horse go!" "She's a-flyin'! She's a-flyin'!"

I'll see it, and I'll stop and find out what yuh want, when I'm passin'." Cowperwood, whose spirits had sunk, revived for the moment. "Yes, sir," he replied; "thank you, Mr. Chapin." The old man walked away, and Cowperwood heard his steps dying down the cement-paved hall.