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An hour of rattling down the hills brought us to Canaan depot again where our special train awaited us. After a refreshing draught of milk at the Cardigan House, from the piazzas of which a fine view of the mountain may be had, we were rapidly whirled away toward Patler Place in Andover. This village was named for the once famous sleight of hand performer Patler.
September brought tropical storms and typhoons that were terrible, and he saw from his little house on the hillside big trees torn up by the root, buildings swept away like chaff, and out in the harbor great ships lifted from their anchorage and whirled away to destruction. And then he was sometimes thankful that his little hut was built into the hillside, solid and secure.
Peter blinked and stared very hard. "Now who can this be?" said he, speaking aloud without thinking. "Don't you know him?" asked a sharp voice so close to Peter that it made him jump. Peter whirled around. There sat Striped Chipmunk grinning at him from the top of the old stone wall. "That's Weaver the Orchard Oriole," Striped Chipmunk rattled on.
At her words the beautiful span settled down as quiet as lambs and swung into a gait which whirled the surrey along the picturesque, woodland road at a rate not to be despised, while Peggy drove with the master- hand of experience.
"How can birds stay under water and still sing?" asked Johnny Chuck. "Ho, ho, ho! Ha, ha, ha!" Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck whirled around, to find Jerry Muskrat peeping up at them from a hole in the bank almost under their feet. "Ho, ho, ho! That's the best joke this spring!" shouted Jerry Muskrat, and laughed until he had to hold his sides. "Birds under water! Ho, ho, ho!"
Half reciting, half chanting, he continued the wild tale of blood, dancing faster and faster, haranguing louder and louder, until he became a flame of barbaric excitement, until he leaped and whirled in the very madness of raging passion, the Indian war-frenzy. But it could not last long.
It seemed so exactly to express all the half-defined thoughts that had come, since seeing that other packet on the quarter. Suddenly, behind me, there came a rustle and rattle of the sails; and, in the same instant, I heard the Skipper saying: "Where the devil have you got her to, Jessop?" I whirled round to the wheel. "I don't know Sir," I faltered. I had forgotten even that I was at the wheel.
A chill started in the boots of the doctor and wriggled its uncomfortable way up to his head. "Hell!" burst out Buck Daniels. "How'd that door get open?" He slammed it with violence. "She's been in there again, I guess," muttered the cowpuncher, as he stepped back, scowling. "Who?" ventured the doctor. Buck Daniels whirled on him.
I whirled 'round, sick with fear, toward the window, and as I did so, a frightful, exultant whistling scream burst through the Room. On my left, the end wall had bellied-in toward me, in a pair of gargantuan lips, black and utterly monstrous, to within a yard of my face. I fumbled for a mad instant at my revolver; not for it, but myself; for the danger was a thousand times worse than death.
"The whole crew the whole forecastle mutiny, Cap'n Henshaw! I know " The piercing whistle of the bos'n cut into his speech, and the crew rolled forward over the hatch with a single shout that might have come from one throat except for its shrill volume. "It's come!" cried Harrigan to McTee. "Kate!" But even as he whirled, two sailors leaped on him from behind and bore him to the deck.
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