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"As you said, I am only picking up a living here, and even the passage by your own second-class steamship line is expensive." The judge suppressed a smile. He greatly liked the witness. "Do you deny that you parted from your wife in anger?" "When I am asked that question I will try to answer it. Meanwhile, I do not deny what has not been put before me in the usual way."
Some had had a hundred, some fifty, some twenty, some ten farmers whose corn had been a loss instead of a profit, whose hops had sold for less than the cost of picking them, little tradesmen who had a bill to meet, handicraft men who could not pay the men who worked side by side with them, cottagers who needed an outhouse built, and others who lacked the means to pay for a funeral.
In one campaign he had swam a river under hot fire of the enemy, carrying despatches between his teeth he had rallied his regiment by picking up the colours dropped by two wounded comrades, though his own right arm was shattered by a shot he had defended the sick and wounded in a quickly thrown up fort with desperate bravery against a host of attacking enemies.
You like good little boys in white collars, with clothes always clean and hair always combed, who like to stay in at recess and be petted by the teacher and told how they're always up in their studies; nice little boys who never get into scrapes who are too busy walking around and picking flowers and eating lunches with girls, to get into scrapes.
So they descended the steep place, picking their way as best they could among the loose rocks and boulders, with eyes painfully at gaze, yet with no reward, until they reached a place where the track went narrowly between great rooted rocks with holly trees thick on either side.
"Where do you think you're going, ninny?" "To Spidermonkey Island!" I shouted, picking myself up and doing cart-wheels down the hall "Spidermonkey Island! Hooray! And it's a FLOATING island!" "You're going to Bedlam, I should say," snorted the housekeeper. "Look what you've done to my best china!"
It was a desultory action, over a greatly extended front and in very brushy country between Crooked Creek and the Ohio. Throughout the long day, the Indians fought with rare craft and stubborn bravery loudly cursing the white men, cleverly picking off their leaders, and derisively inquiring, in regard to the absence of the fifes: "Where are your whistles now?"
"I know a few things yet, Miss Eve," he chuckled, picking up his old black leather bag. "Just a moment, please," begged Eve. "Did he ever tell you that he wanted me to take some of Cousin Edward's money?" "M'm, yes, he did tell me that," responded the Doctor cautiously. "But that's nothing against him." "N-no, I know it isn't. And he said says he will have his way."
Perhaps in dreamland he still wandered up and down the country picking blueberries or poking under the dead leaves for nuts, and always and forever doing tricks until his legs and back ached. As for Pedro, he had no idea of hibernating, so he went away to a distant city and worked for a fellow countryman in a fruit store.
The side-hill attracted his attention. Still lying on his stomach, he studied the hill formation long and carefully. It was a practised eye that traveled up the slope to the crumbling canyon-wall and back and down again to the edge of the pool. He scrambled to his feet and favored the side-hill with a second survey. "Looks good to me," he concluded, picking up his pick and shovel and gold-pan.
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