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Updated: May 7, 2025
"I'm not under Baumberger's orders, if the rest of the bunch is. And I wish you'd tell Peaceful I want to talk to him, Mother Hart will you? Tell him to ditch his guardian angel somehow. I'd like to see him on the quiet if I can, but if I can't " "Can't be nice, and forgiving, and repentant, and a dear?"
When that was done they carried Baumberger's gross physical shell away up the grade to the station; and the dust of his passing settled upon the straggling crowd that censured his misdeeds and mourned not at all, and yet paid tribute to his dead body with lowered voices while they spoke of him, and with awed silence when the rough box was lowered to the station platform.
He did not gain anything by staying, for Peaceful had little to say, seeming to be occupied mostly with dreamy meditations. He nodded, now and then, in response to Baumberger's rumbling monologues, and occasionally he removed his pipe from his mouth long enough to reply with a sentence where the nod was not sufficient.
Good Indian pulled his glance from Evadna, and tried to bore through the beefy mask which was Baumberger's face, but all he found there was a gross interest in his breakfast and a certain indulgent sympathy for Evadna's fear, and he frowned in a baffled way. "Who ever heard of a tramp camped in our orchard!" flouted Phoebe.
He felt sure that Baumberger's ears were pricked toward the sound of his footsteps, and he made them purposely audible. "Hello, Mother Hart," he called out cheerfully to Phoebe, pottering down in the coolness. "Any cream going to waste, or buttermilk, or cake?" He went down to her, and laid his hand upon her shoulder with a caressing touch which brought tears into her eyes.
'each having located twenty acres, in accordance with the congressional rules and regulations, should convey all their right, title, and interest in said locations to one person, such person might apply for a patent "And so on into tiresomeness. Really, I'm beginning to think Baumberger's awfully stupid, to even attempt such a silly thing. He hasn't a legal leg to stand on.
There was nothing more than a quiver of his nostrils to betray him as he moved over beside Evadna for the pure pleasure of being near her, one would think; in reality, while the pleasure was there, that he might see both Baumberger's face and Stanley's without turning more than his eyes. "All there is to it," Stanley began blustering, "you see before yuh.
"'Eight Locaters of Placer Ground May Convey to One Party' and Baumberger's certainly that party! 'Who Can Secure Patent for One Hundred and Sixty Acres. We'll just read up on that, and find out for sure what the conditions are. Now, here" she had found the page quickly "listen to this: "'I have to state that if eight bona-fide locaters'
Peaceful stared after them, went into the stable, and got a blanket to throw over Baumberger's inert body, stooped, and made sure that the man was dead, with the left breast of his light negligee shirt all blackened with powder and soaked with blood; covered him well, and tied up the team.
"I suspect there's something more than keeping the peace behind Baumberger's anxiety to have them left strictly alone. The boys had better keep away, though." "Are you going down in the orchard?" Evadna rounded her unbelievably blue eyes at him. "Then I'm going along." "You'll do nothing of the kind, little Miss Muffit," he declared from the top step. "Why not?"
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