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If there's a tree of any size, standin' out by itself on a mountain side, with plenty of leaves, an' a big wind comes along, you c'n see easy enough that she presents a heap of surface to the wind. An' when a mountain gale gets up and blows fer fair, there's a pressure of air on that tree amountin' to several tons." "Tons?" queried Bob-Cat incredulously. "Tons," answered the old Banger.
Banger hesitated a moment, turned very red, and answered, "That is that man is a a he is, I believe a a a a some kind of a an undertaker." Then Banger looked gloomy and went up stairs to ponder. But Mrs. Banger felt that she had a duty to perform in taking care that the lot in the cemetery should not fall into such disorder as Mr. Toombs had indicated, and she resolved to call upon Mr.
B. "Yes, but Aleck and Philip were the same one. His middle name was Philip, and I always called him by it." Mix. "Mrs. Banger, I'll be much obliged to you if you'll tell me precisely how many husbands you have planted up in that cemetery lot. This thing's getting a little mixed." Mrs. B. "What do you mean, sir, by saying planted? I never 'planted' anybody. It's disgraceful to use such language."
One day Henry Banger, the lawyer, received a telegram saying that his aunt had died suddenly in Elmira, New York, and that the body would be sent on at once by express. Mr. Banger made preparations for the funeral, and upon the day that the remains were due he went down to the express office to receive them.
Banger flounced out of the shop, and Mix called after her as she went through the door, "Lemme know when you go for another man, and I'll throw him in a tombstone for a wedding-present He'll want it soon." Mrs. Banger subsequently procured the services of a person in the city, and she regards Mr. Mix with something like detestation. But Mrs. Banger herself is not universally beloved.
"Come on, lads, come on," cried March, who seemed to be the most impatient of them all. "We've seen Caleb! He's up the river, on this side. Get in! He's sich a banger, oh!" Before the sentence was well finished, all the men were in their places except Black Gibault, who remained on the bank to shove off the canoe.
Then Lawyer Banger sued the professor for the express charges and the funeral expenses, and for a time it looked as if that eccentric and roving old lady would be the cause of infinite trouble; but the difficulty was finally compromised by the lawyer Banger accepting half the amount of his expenses.
Mix, at his monumental marble-works, to get him to attend to the matter for her. Mr. Mix did not know her, and his ignorance of her past history turned out to be unfortunate. The following conversation occurred between them: Mrs. Banger. "Mr.
"Yes, I know; but how did you get out of the cemetery?" "Cemetery? What cemetery? I haven't been in any cemetery!" "Not been in the cemetery! Why, either I buried you an hour ago, or I am the worst mistaken man on earth." "Mr. Banger, what do you mean? This is a curious sort of a jest."
"Well, now," he began, after opening his mouth twice and shutting it without sound, "folks may say what they like o' your wits, Uncle, an' talk o' your looks bein' against 'ee, as they do; but you've a-put a twister, this time, an' no mistake." "I reckoned it a banger," said the old man, complacently. "Iss. But I had my reasons all the same." "To be sure you had.
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