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Updated: September 8, 2025
"Tis the Army all over!" announced William Henry Phippin, who had served as bo'sun's mate under Lord Howe. "I always was in two minds about belongin' to that branch o' the Service: for, put it how you will, 'tis a come-down for a fellow that has once known the satisfaction to march ahead of 'em.
Don't know her. She's not belongin' around here. No. Well, how'd you get here? And with Sim's mules?" Ruth told him briefly, but without bringing Fred Hatfield's trouble into the story. They had got aboard the timber cart at the crossing, the mules had run away, the panther had taken a ride with them and here they were! The hermit merely nodded in acknowledgment of the tale.
"Some on 'em don't want to be free," said the old frontiersman. "Jest look at the slaves belongin' to old Lord Fairfax, and to the Dinwiddies, and to the Washingtons. Why, they all think it is an honor to belong to them families. They wouldn't go if ye druv 'em away." "Yes, I know, for I have talked to some of 'em myself," said Dave. "The Washington blacks are particularly faithful.
"What was it he lost?" asked Edith. "He knows!" her father returned. "Seems to me like I forgot to bring it home with me. I looked it over thought probably it was something pretty important, belongin' to a busy man like him." He affected to search his pockets. "What DID I do with it, now? Oh yes! Seems to me like I remember leavin' it down at the office in the waste-basket."
You can trust us for the proper play; since we buries Jack King, obsequies is our long suit. "The little Sue girl struggles through somehow, an' has her nerve with her. The funeral, you bet, is right. This time we ropes in a preacher belongin' to some deep-water outfit over in Tucson. He somehow is strayed, an' happens along our way, an' we gets him squar' in the door.
Lots of chickens get lost, too, an' you find them wanderin' about in the woods, belongin' to nobody, an' there's plenty of nests that hens lay astray that the farmers never could find. If you watch the bees closely, there's nearly always some swarm that's got away an' made a nest in a dead tree.
He planned to put a brand on me so's I c'd be his own like as if I was a beast belongin' to him. Mr. Holliwell said right, I don't belong to no man. I belong to my own self." The storm had passed into this troubled after-tossing of thought. "Can you tell me about it all?" asked Prosper. "Would it help?" "I couldn't," she moaned; "no, I couldn't.
Sure, ar'n't they belongin' to the pope?" "Confound you, you blockhead!" roared the captain, in a rage, "'twould take the patience of the pope and the cardinals, and the cardinal virtues into the bargain, to keep one's temper with you. Do you know the four points of the wind?" "By my sowl, I do, and more." "Well, never mind more, but let us stick to four.
Well, that's the maid that's mistress of Tralee belongin' as much to the Gardin of Eden as to this place here. There's none of them here that belongs. Every wan of them's been caught away from where he ought to be into this zoolyogical gardin."
Och now, to think it's on'y a few odd weeks since he was creepin' about over our heads up there, mendin' th' ould thatch! You'd whiles hear him hummin' away, talkin' to himself like some sort of big bee and in his grave to-day! But isn't it a lucky thing that he's lavin' nobody belongin' to him to be breakin' their hearts frettin' after him?
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