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Updated: June 14, 2025
Some had seen that exultant waving in front of ranks of battle. As clearly as though the roar of waters had not drowned his ringing voice, they knew that old John Bedell, at the poise of death, cheered thrice, "Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah for the King!" They found his body a week afterward, floating with the heaving water in the gorge below the Falls.
These proved to be so greatly in excess of what had been anticipated, that the lots of those who came at the first were reduced by degrees to one sixteenth part of their original dimensions. It was not until the 17th December that a complete plan of Parrtown was prepared by Paul Bedell. Meanwhile there had been much delay in laying out lands for settlement on the River St. John.
"Let's play we're grown up," said Cecy, "and tell what we mean to do." "Well," said Clover, "you begin. What do you mean to do?" "I mean to have a black silk dress, and pink roses in my bonnet, and a white muslin long-shawl," said Cecy; "and I mean to look exactly like Minerva Clark! I shall be very good, too; as good as Mrs. Bedell, only a great deal prettier.
As Bedell lifted the bow once more, every wincing nerve was enlisted in arresting it in mid-air. "Mighty long tramp fur Bobbie, thar, why n't ye kerry him!" y The imperturbable calm still held fast on the musician's face. "Bob," he addressed the toddler, "will you uns let daddy kerry ye like a baby!" He swooped down as if to lift the child, the violin and bow in his left hand.
He married again, on the death of his Dutch wife, a rich widow, Mrs. Berkeley, who was his third spouse hence Swift's caustic reference. He died March 17th, 1714-15. In addition to his histories of the Reformation and his own times, he wrote an "Exposition of the Thirty-Nine Articles" , the "Life of Bishop Bedell" and the other lives already named, and several sermons and controversial pieces.
But this letter, signed with his name, is in the same hand as the one signed 'Henry Littlefield, denouncing us." "Then you think it all a plot?" asked Captain Bedell. "Of course!" cried Joe. "Why didn't you say before, Blake, that you had a letter from this fellow?" "I didn't attach any importance to it until I saw the letter accusing us. Now the whole thing is clear.
I be powerful sorry I hurt yer feelin's, Jube; folks seekin' salvation git mightily mis-put sometimes, an' " "I don't want ter hear none o' yer views on religion," Kennedy interrupted gruffly. An apology often augments the sense of injury. In this instance it also annulled the provocation, for his own admission put Bedell hopelessly in the wrong.
But, looking up, she beheld the approach of Sam Bedell, a six-foot tunnelman of the "Blue Cement Lead," and, hailing him, begged him to hold one of her captives. The giant, loathing the little mouse-like ball of fur, chose the shrike. "Hold him by the feet, for he bites AWFUL," said Peggy, as the bird regarded Sam with the diabolically intense frown of his species.
"Ez far ez that clearin'?" "Yes." "There's a hoss tethered out in that clearin'. I kin shift him to this end." "You're white all through," said the man gravely. Peggy ran off to the clearing. The horse belonged to Sam Bedell, but he had given Peggy permission to ride it whenever she wished. This was equivalent, in Peggy's mind, to a permission to PLACE him where she wished.
But he clasped her in his strong arms, kissing, imploring, cheering her, and how should true love choose hopeless renunciation? Tempting, defying, regaining his lost ground, drifting down again, trying hard to tire out and subdue his heart-pangs, Bedell dallied with death more closely than ever. He had let his skiff drift far down toward the Falls.
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