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"It's a stem-windin', self-actin' proposition that's wound up, and is now tickin' smooth and reg'lar," said the Cap'n, with deep conviction. "They'll both get it!" And they did. Cap'n Aaron Sproul and Hiram Look shook hands on the news before nine o'clock the next morning. Mr. Loammi Crowther plodded up the road. Mr. Eleazar Bodge stumped down the road.
A' was still again noo, except for the dull tickin' o' the distant clock. Suddenly the soond cam again, as clear, as shrill, as shairp as ever, and this time the general heard it, for I heard him gie a kind o' groan, as a tired man might wha has been roosed oot o' his sleep.
Did n't hear no answer nothin' but the tickin' uv the tall clock; an' yet I knew that Bill heered me an' that down in his heart he was sayin' to me to come in. He never said a word, yet I knowed all the time Bill wuz sayin' for me to come in. I opened the door, keerful-like, an' slipped in. Did n't say nothin'; jest opened the door, softly-like, an' slipped in.
When I do hear it tickin' it will seem to say to I, Think o' me; think o' me." "Jenny, drop it," cried Mr. Keynes with a muffled roar of protest; "I tell 'ee 'tis more nor flesh and blood can bear. If you be a-goin' to think constant o' he you'd better ha' done wi' I." "Sam, dear Sam," said Jenny in melting tones, "you be all as I've a-got left now; don't you desert me."
Instant from John Bell of the city of New York Carpenter, an Apprentice Boy named James Harding, aged about 19 years, being a tall well-set Lad of a Fresh Complexion, he wears a Wig, he is spley-footed and shuffles with his feet as he Walks, has a Copper coloured Kersey Coat with large flat white Mettle Buttons, a grey Duroy Coat lined with Silk, it is pretty much faded by wearing, a broad blue striped Waistcoat and Breeches and a pair of blue striped Tickin Breeches, in warm weather he often bleeds at the nose."
The answer was some time in coming, and when it did it was deliberate and was weighted with telling impressiveness: "There's few young fry can boast Bob Morton's common sense," he said. "His headpiece is on frontside-to, an' the brains inside it are tickin' strong an' steady." Abbie failed to join in the laugh that followed this announcement.
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!
It seems as if life had ceased tickin, but there had'nt been time for decay to take hold on there; as if day had broke, but man slept. I can't describe exactly what I mean, but I always feel kinder gloomy and whamblecropt there. Now in the country its jist what it ought to be a day of rest for man and beast from labor.
I wondered what I had inside of me. "I guess I ain't got any sword in me," I said. "When you've been eating green apples and I wouldn't wonder," he answered as he went on with his work. "Once I thought I heard a watch tickin' in my throat," I said hopefully. "I don't mean them things is really in ye, but the power to git 'em is in ye," said Uncle Peabody. "That's what I mean power.
A-down the road was a line of dust, an' I heard the muffled footfalls of neighbor King's horse on his way to the village. An' "to-morrow we'll bury him" were words that all that long, lonesome, hot day kept soundin' in my ears as if some one was callin' 'em out with the tickin' of the clock. "Bury him" an' Micah dead only a few hours!
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