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I'll admit it 'pears strange to me, too, but who are you an' me, Jim Hart, to question the ways of foreign countries, thousands o' miles on the other side o' the sea?" "They've found the boat," said Tom Ross, "an' that's enough!" "Is it really true?" asked Mrs. Newton. "It is," replied Shif'less Sol, "an' Henry an' Paul are in it, waitin' fur us. We're thinkin', Mrs.
"I sent Klein around there this morning, Abe," Klinger answered, "and Pfingst says if Kleebaum is good enough to marry his daughter, he's good enough for us to sell goods to, and certainly, Abe, you couldn't blame the old man neither." Abe nodded, and a moment later he rose to leave. "You shouldn't look so worried about it, Abe," Sol Klinger said. "Everybody is selling that feller this year."
So he kept blowing away, and I struck the link again. 'That's Do, just as plain as my name's Sam, said he. A few days after, I said, 'By George! Sam, I've found Sol. 'So you have, said he. 'Now let me try. Blow, Joe, blow! Sam, he found Re and La. And in the course of two months we got so we could play Old Hundred.
Little Jacob hoped that it would; but little Sol didn't seem to care. And, all of that day, they watched for more ships, and they saw land, now and then, far off on the horizon. It was very hot, for they were almost at the equator; so that even little Sol was contented to keep still. And, towards night, they saw one of the sailors getting the lead line ready.
Henry and the shiftless one looked each other squarely in the face. Henry read resolve, and also an anxious affection in the gaze of his comrade. "All right, Sol," he said, "it's agreed. Now let's see which is the better painter." While the others stood by and gave advice Sol painted Henry.
I wish a few of us old codgers might get together some time and with many a hummed and prefatory, "Do, mi, Sol, do; Sol, mi... mi-i-i-i," finally manage to quaver out the sweet old tunes we learned when we were little tads, each with a penny in his fat, warm hand: "Shall we Gather at the River?" and "Work, for the Night is Coming"; and what was the name of that one about: "The waves shall come and the rolling thunder shock Shall beat upon the house that is founded on a rock, And it never shall fall, never, never, never."
"The rabbits are burrowing deeper than usual under the bushes, and I notice that the birds have built their nests uncommonly thick. I don't understand how they know what's coming, but they do." "Instinct," said Paul. "We know that a hound kin follow by smell the track of a man who has passed hours before," said Shif'less Sol, "when no man in the world kin smell anything at all o' that track.
Then he would begin to leap back and forth and chant with unnatural energy. They could keep up this manner of dancing and singing for many hours, and they quit it only to obtain more food or to fall down exhausted. "It's the war dance," whispered Henry. Shif'less Sol nodded. It was, in truth, just approaching its height as the two crept near.
To be sure, Moe Griesman's defection had rankled, but Morris consoled himself with the maxim, "Business is business"; and when he met Sol Klinger in Hammersmith's restaurant during the first week of the spring buying season he greeted Sol cordially. His friendly advance, however, met with a decided rebuff. "What's the matter now, Sol?" Morris asked. Sol nodded his head slowly.
The sliding door of the baggage car was pushed back and the baggage master appeared in the opening. "Hi! Cap'n!" he shouted. "Hi, Cap'n Sol! Here's some express for you." But unfortunately the Captain was in conversation with the conductor at the other end of the train. Issy, willing and officious, sprang forward. "I'll take it, Bill," he volunteered. "Here, give it to me."
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