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How can we explain the stubborn fact of What now, lads?" An abrupt break, but one caused by the eager cry and loud speech from the lips of the younger Gillespie. "Looky yonder! Isn't that one o' those sour-us dictionary fellows on a bender? Isn't that but I don't no, it's only "
For ten years not a single glimpse of white face or figure. For ten ages no intelligible voice, save his own; and that, through long disuse, had threatened to desert him! "Ten years!" echoed Waldo, in amazement. "Why didn't you rack out o' this, then? I know I would; even if the woods were full of 'sour-us' and the like o' that! Yes, SIR!"
"Ranting, prancing, cavorting 'sour-us' right out of Webster's Unabridged, eh, laddy-buck?" "That's all right, if you can only keep on thinking that way, old man; but if yonder isn't a fellow being in a mighty nasty pickle, then I wouldn't even begin to say so! And you look, uncle Phaeton, please."
"Worse than those blessed 'sour-us' and cousins," he confided to his brother, in a whisper. "Reckon it's all right, Bruno? Uncle isn't eh?" But uncle Phaeton paid them no attention, so deeply was he stirred by this wondrous revelation.
And my sour-us is worth more than one of the other kind, after all; get it ashore and you might cook dinner for a solid month by it; now there!" It was easily to be seen that Waldo had been giving free rein to his expectations ever since the professor's little lecture, but his natural chagrin was quickly forgotten in a matter of far greater interest.
"Gone!" cried Bruno, in awed tones, as the whole drift vanished from sight for ever. "Sucked in by Jonah's whale, for ducats!" screamed Waldo, excitedly. "Fetch on your blessed 'sour-us' of both the male and female sect! Trot 'em to the fore, and if my little old suck don't take the starch out of their backbones, they DID have backbones, didn't they, uncle Phaeton?"
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