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He got drownded in Febrerry fell outen his boat, seems so, an' we got him, but we never got the boat. Couldn't figger wher' she had got to. He was down harbor when 't happent. Cur'ous tide-racks 'round here." "Whose is she, then?" Ken asked. "Any widows or orphans?" "Nary widder," said the harbor-master, chewing tobacco reflectively. "No kin. Finders keepers. B'longs to you, I reckon.
"You see, outside o' Paloma Rancho, every other section o' land in here b'longs to the Gold Belt Cut-off, and adjoinin' sections are government land. Maybe you c'n guess what's happened." "Thrown open," Jerkline Jo said promptly. "Yep open to homesteaders. They're flockin' in in automobiles, in perambulators, on motor cycles, burros, horseback, and afoot in everything but submarines.
While in this position two smacks came so near to the Evening Star, on opposite sides, that they seemed bent on running her down. David Bright did not concern himself, however. He knew they were well able to take care of themselves. They both sheered off to avoid him, but after doing so, ran rather near to each other. "One o' them b'longs to the Swab," said Billy.
"Put it whar a coffin b'longs in the churchyard," said Wyatt; for at a considerable distance beyond the rise of the opposite bank could be seen a barren clearing in which stood a gaunt, bare, little white frame building that served all the country-side for its infrequent religious services.
He's out-ridden me, out-shot me, out-gamed me, out-lucked me, out-guessed me and taken Sally. He's mine. He b'longs all to me. D'you see that?" "I'm only seein' one thing just now." "I know. You think I'm double-crossin' you. Maybe I am, but I'm desperate, Glendin." "After all," mused the deputy, "you'd be simply doin' work I'd have to do later. You're right about this Bard.
"The loikes uv yous nivver lived in dis place; fer ef yous ain't angel you's gintulmun; an' no gintulmun ivver cum from the loikes o' this. An' besoides, the b'y Mikky, I tel'd yez, was shot an' nivver comed back no more. He's loikely up wid de angels where he b'longs." "Yes, I was shot," said Michael, "but I wasn't killed.
"Charlie Burgess just come down along and he says there's a ship's longboat hauled up on the beach, 'bout a mile 'n a half t'other side the mouth of the herrin' crick yonder. Oars in her and all. And she ain't no boat that b'longs round here, is she, Charlie?" "No, Thoph, she ain't," was the reply. "Make anything out of her, cap'n?"
He spurned the bundle with his foot, while the stranger stopped suddenly, as if a blow had been struck him. "Who did you say she was? To whom does she belong, I mean?" he asked, and the boy replied, "Mandy Ann, a no count nigger, b'longs to Miss Harris. Poor white trash! Crackers! Dis your stateroom, sar. Kin I do somethin' for you?"
After the table was cleared away they sang several pieces, and Prudy's sweet little voice filled all the pauses with some funny little chorus of her own. When the party broke up, the children were quite tired out, and glad to go to bed. "Well," said Grace, as they went slowly upstairs, "didn't my picnic go off nicely?" "Your pignig?" said Prudy; "why it b'longs to me! I had it myself."
"Well, you little pet," said aunt Madge, laughing, "what do you care who it b'longs to? You can look at it all the same, can't you?" "But," said Prudy, "do you s'pose " "S'pose what?" "Do you s'pose if grandpa thought I was a darlin' " Prudy could get no farther. "Of course he knows you're a darling!" said aunt Madge.
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