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"You'd better run along home, sonny! Yo' ma hadn't ought to let you come. Darn it all! if we march down this pike longer, we'll all land home! If you listen right hard you can hear Thunder Run! And that thar Yank hugging himself back thar at Charlestown! dessay he's telegraphin' right this minute that we've run away " Richard Cleave passed along the line. "Don't be so downhearted, men!
Orme smiled at the old man. "None the less," said he, "you will see the day before long, when not one railroad, but many, will cross these plains. As for the telegraph, if only we had a way of tapping these wires, we might find it extremely useful to us all right now." "The old ways were good enough," insisted Auberry. "As fur telegraphin', it ain't new on these plains.
"Ef I'd only known I was comin' this fur back!" he exclaimed, as he talked to himself that he might feel less lonely. "Ef I'd only known, I could hev brought a heap of other things jest's well as not. Might hev taught 'em 'bout telegraphin' an' telephones. Could ha' given 'em steam-engines an' parlor matches. By ginger!" he exclaimed, "I b'lieve I've got some parlor matches. Great Jehosaphat!
Would anny one," he said with exasperation, "would anny one that got a plain order for goats ixpict t' have t' furnish goats that would hop up off th' earth an' make a balloon ascension? 'Tis no fault of Dennis Toole's thim goats won't swim. What will Mike be telegraphin' me nixt, I wonder? 'Dear Dennis: Th' goats won't lay eggs.
If there's anything, I'll let you know. We've been telegraphin' and telephonin' everywhere to see if we can get track of her, and we've been to all her friends' homes to ask if they've seen her. I wish, if you feel like it, you'd go over and see Mrs. Vick. Maybe you can cheer her up, encourage her or something. She's terribly worried.
I thought o' Timothy an' Silas, comin' with sheriffs an' firearms an' I didn't know what Silas havin' politics back of him, so; an' I rec'lect I planned, wild an' contradictory, first about callin' an instantaneous congregational meetin' to decide which was right, an' then about telegraphin' to the City for constituted authority to do as we was doin', an' then about Abel fightin' Timothy an' Silas both, if it come rilly necessary.
Finally, when they were ready to move him he asked how he was, and on being told that he was all right, looked curiously about until he caught my eye. I could see that he realized how critical it was with him. "I'd like to see a priest, Teddy," he whispered, "and, if ye don't mind, I'd like ye to go up to Mount Vernon an' tell me wife. They'll be after telegraphin' her if ye don't.
"That's what I call telegraphin'. Now, putty soon you'll see some more answerin' of 'em." "Do you know what that means?" inquired Ned.
Fortunately I am not thus obliged to compromise my dignity. The two are at pause. "Gimme a cigarette 'nd I'll tell you," bargains Tracey shrewdly. "Lew Parker told me after Sam'd gone." The deal is put through promptly. "He was telegraphin' to Got a match?" For once I am in sympathy with Roland, whose tone betrays his desire to wring Tracey's exasperating neck.
Maybe you could use your pull to kinder hurry things up a little do a little telegraphin', or somethin' like that." "I'll do it!" cried the judge, taking the bait like a fish, "I'll do it at once! I want your best horse, Jeff, and a guide. I'll wire the chief forester from Bender!" "Keno!" said Creede sententiously, "and give my regards to Teddy."
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