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"Fred., go to the blacksmith's shop, and get a new punch." "Hurra, Fred! run and bring me a cold chisel." "I say, Fred., bear a hand, and get up a fire as quick as lightning under that steam-box." "Halloo, nigger! come, turn this grindstone." "Come, come! move, move! and BOWSE this timber forward." "I say, darky, blast your eyes, why don't you heat up some pitch?" "Halloo! halloo! halloo!"
or rather, as everything animate and inanimate is seething in warm mist, suggesting the idea that Nature, grown old and rheumatic, is trying the efficacy of a Thompsonian steam-box on a grand scale; no sounds save the heavy plash of muddy feet on the pavements; the monotonous melancholy drip from trees and roofs; the distressful gurgling of waterducts, swallowing the dirty amalgam of the gutters; a dim, leaden-colored horizon of only a few yards in diameter, shutting down about one, beyond which nothing is visible save in faint line or dark projection; the ghost of a church spire or the eidolon of a chimney-pot.
What a body has to do is to learn what pinion or steam-box, or piston, or muckle water-wheel he represents, and stick to that, defyin' the deevil, whase wark is to put the machine out o' gear.
"Will it pay?" was the question which for a year or more I answered by declaring that I would make it pay. My ax felled a stout oak-tree near by for a keel, and Farmer Howard, for a small sum of money, hauled in this and enough timbers for the frame of the new vessel. I rigged a steam-box and a pot for a boiler.
"Fred., go get a fresh can of water." "Fred., come help saw off the end of this timber." "Fred., go quick and get the crow bar." "Fred., hold on the end of this fall." "Fred., go to the blacksmith's shop, and get a new punch." "Hurra, Fred.! run and bring me a cold chisel." "I say, Fred., bear a hand, and get up a fire as quick as lightning under that steam-box."
or rather, as everything animate and inanimate is seething in warm mist, suggesting the idea that Nature, grown old and rheumatic, is trying the efficacy of a Thompsonian steam-box on a grand scale; no sounds save the heavy plash of muddy feet on the pavements; the monotonous melancholy drip from trees and roofs; the distressful gurgling of waterducts, swallowing the dirty amalgam of the gutters; a dim, leaden-colored horizon of only a few yards in diameter, shutting down about one, beyond which nothing is visible save in faint line or dark projection; the ghost of a church spire or the eidolon of a chimney-pot.
The bows are made of hickory, white or rock elm, in this way. Cut a piece of elm, five feet and a half long, large enough to split into quarters, each of which will dress to two inches in diameter; put them in a steam-box for an hour at least; take them out hot, and bend on a mould made on purpose; tie the two bent-up ends together until dry.
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