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"An' then he telled us about the day when this preacher come along by the lake a dreffle sightly place, this min'ster said; he 'd seed it hisself when he was trav'lin' in them countries an' come acrost two men he knowed well; they was brothers, an' they was a-fishin'. An' he jest asked 'em in his pleasant-spoken, frien'ly way there wa'n't never sech a drawin', takin', lovin' way with any one afore as this man had, the min'ster said he jest asked 'em to come along with him; an' they lay down their poles an' their lines an' everythin', an' jined him.
'Twas a mighty small capital to start with, an' he didn't give 'im any chance to try it over; but what bothers me the most is about the man's trav'lin' into a fur country. They hadn't no chance to talk with 'im about it, and git his notions. It stan's to reason that the feller with one talent would think his master was stingy, and be riled over it."
Plainly, somebody had chosen this most unpropitious season for an accidental bath, and his companions were sympathetically watching him drown, while not daring, not dreaming of, any foolhardy attempt at a rescue. "'Tis Veale, sir. A'bram Veale, sir. Theer!" And all the cries came loud and hearty. "Theer he goes ag'in. I see 'un come up and go under. Oo, oo! Ain't 'un trav'lin'!"
'Hot! 'Hot! Pause. 'Trav'lin'? 'No, not particular! She waited for him to explain. Myers was always explaining when he wasn't raving. But the swagman smoked on. 'Have a drink? she suggested, to keep her end up. 'No, thank you, missus. I had one an hour or so ago. I never take more than two a-day one before breakfast, if I can get it, and a night-cap. What a contrast to Myers! she thought.
"From the time we left my shanty at South Orham till we passed the pines at Herrin' Neck I laid back in that stuffed cockpit, feelin' as grand and tainted as old John D. himself. The automobile rolled along smooth but swift, and it seemed to me I had never known what easy trav'lin' was afore.
As it was, he tossed his head and answered loftily, "Don't do fer girls to go trav'lin' round 'ithout cash. You ain't workin' to-day an' an' ye may need it. Newspaper men well, we can scrape along 'most anyhow. Hello, here's Buttons!"
"No, sir! we don't wait, and we don't go trav'lin'. We stay at home and call a meetin'." The door opened, and Bonsor and the bar-tender, with great difficulty, forced their way in. They stood flattened against the wall. During the diversion McGinty was growling disdainfully, "Rubbidge!" "Rubbidge? Reckon it's pretty serious rubbidge."
He ate little, but he emptied the pot of hot coffee in record time. Then he came down to where I was trimming some rose-bushes. "W'u'd ye let me lie a bit on the hay?" he said. "Thin I'll do some more of the little shtove-shticks fer yeh. I'm feelin' none too brisk this mornin'." "Been sick?" I asked. "Naw, just a trrifle weery with trav'lin' an' losin' of sleep." Inside I hesitated.
"Sophrony Hodgkins' stories," remarked old Nate Burnham, "remind me of the snowballs we used ter roll and roll 'til from a leetle ball we finally by rollin' an' trav'lin' got one bigger'n all creation. "She starts in with what she's heard.
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