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Updated: June 25, 2025
It was recess-time when they finally finished every letter in that word, and, adding all up, found that Timothy had won the game. Was that school? Why, a barbecue couldn't be named beside it for fun! They rushed out to the school-yard with a shout, and the boys played leap-frog loudly for the first few minutes.
Father and one or two of the men went on to Fort Riley to view the country, and upon their return my uncle entertained the Pottawattamie Indians with a barbecue similar to the one given by father to the Kickapoos. During the latter part of the summer father filled a hay contract at Fort Leavenworth.
"You already have other company," murmured Hibbert apologetically. "No; most decidedly we must not intrude on you." "How do you do, Mr. Colquitt?" was Dr. Bentley's greeting. Then other introductions followed, and, ere he knew it, Hibbert and his friends were members of the party and destined to partake of the barbecue feast. The oldish-looking man with the new arrivals proved to be Mr.
I was a Sanders 'fore I married, an' when I come 'way frum pa's house hit was thes like turnin' my back on a barbecue. Not by no means was I begrudgin' of the vittles.
Have a barbecue and all the rest, and invite the country side?" "And then you won't be there," Paula objected. "I'll take a day off. Is it a go?" They reined to one side of the road, as she agreed, to pass three farm tractors, all with their trailage of ganged discs and harrows. "Moving them across to the Rolling Meadows," he explained. "They pay over horses on the right ground."
The light was still burning in the window. "Whither now?" said Amyas, in a tone of desperate resignation. "Thither! Where else on earth?" and Frank pointed to the light, trembling from head to foot, and pushed on. "For Heaven's sake! Look at the negroes on the barbecue!"
"He is the worst of them all. He is the only man of whom Barbecue was afraid." "That's him," said Peter. "What is he like? Is he big?" "He is not so big as he was." "How do you mean?" "I cut off a bit of him." "You!" "Yes, me," said Peter sharply. "I wasn't meaning to be disrespectful." "Oh, all right." "But, I say, what bit?" "His right hand." "Then he can't fight now?" "Oh, can't he just!"
In that tense moment of Becky's confession on the day of the barbecue, his own hopes had died. The boy in him had died, too, and he had reached the full stature of a man. He wanted to protect and shield he was all tenderness. He felt that he would dare anything, do anything, if he could bring back to Becky the dreams of which Dalton robbed her.
So she got her back up, an' sez she ter me dis mornin': 'Berry, sez she, 'I ain't a gwine ter go near cousin Nimbus', I ain't, kase I hain't got no fine clo'es, ner no chicken-fixing ter take ter de barbecue nuther. So she's done stop up ter Bob Mosely's wid de baby, an' I t'ought I'd jes come down an' spy out de lan' an' see which on us wuz right.
"Now, boys, you've just got to kill the ox for this barbecue! Now, mind you, I ain't going to have any backing out! We ain't West P'inters, but, thank the Lord, we're men! When it's all over we'll have a torchlight procession and write to the girls! Now, boys, you be good to me, and I'll be good to you. Lord, children, I want to be proud of you! And I ain't Regular, but I know Old Virginny.
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