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'Land sakes alive! says she, last time I was out to see her. 'How you do lurch about steppin' into a bo't? I laughed so I liked to have gone right over into the water; an' we pushed off, an' left her laughin' there on the shore." The light had faded as we watched. Mrs. Todd had mounted a gray rock, and stood there grand and architectural, like a caryatide.
He kep' enlistin', and traveled far an' wide about here, an' even took the bo't and went to Boston to volunteer; but he ain't a sound man, an' they wouldn't have him. They say he knows all their tactics, an' can tell all about the battle o' Waterloo well's he can Bunker Hill. I told him once the country'd lost a great general, an' I meant it, too." "I expect you're near right," said Mrs.
"Oh, my sakes! now you let me do things my way," said Mrs. Todd scornfully. "No, dear, we won't take no big bo't. I'll just git a handy dory, an' Johnny Bowden an' me, we'll man her ourselves.
Never in his life before had he talked in terms of hundreds of miles, cities, and far rivers, "Yo'll know that boat; he's went an' painted hit a sickly yeller, like a railroad station. I hate yeller! Gimme a nice light blue or a right bright green." "Hyar comes anotheh bo't!" one of the men remarked, and all turned to look up the chute, where a little cabin-boat had drifted into sight.
'Now, 'member I brought you up. You won't take your children away from me, will you, Mill? 'Mistess, I shall take what childern I've got lef. 'If they fine that trunk o' money or silver plate you'll say it's your'n, won't you? 'Mistess, I can't lie over that; you bo't that silver plate when you sole my three children. 'Now, Jule, you'll say it's yourn, won't you? 'I can't lie over that either. An' she was cryin' an' wringin' her han's, an' weavin' to an' fro as she set thar.
I've got some new close since you last saw me. I saw them others wouldn't do. They carrid the observer too far back into the dim vister of the past, and I gave 'em to a Orfun Asylum. The close I wear now I bo't of Mr. Moses, in the Commercial Road. They was expressly made, Mr. I like to saunter thro' Regent Street.
Yup, she wus red-hot on the mission sociables an' eatin' off'n chiny, an' wa'n't satisfied wi' noospaper on the table; an' took the notion she'd got pimples, an' worried hell out o' her old man till he bo't a razor an' turned his features into a patch o' fall ploughin', an' kind o' bulldozed her mother into lashin' her stummick wi' some noofangled fixin' as wouldn't meet round her nowheres noways.
Some said 'twas a great bangeing-place for the Indians, and an old chief resided there once that ruled the winds; and others said they'd always heard that once the Indians come down from up country an' left a captive there without any bo't, an' 'twas too far to swim across to Black Island, so called, an' he lived there till he perished."
That's how I come to 'break' a deal more prairie land than I could ever sow or harvest. That's how I bought machinery for a thousand acre farm when I'd only got a half a mile. That's how I come to run a bunch of cows without settin' up fencin' around my crops. That's how I bo't the whole blamed lay-out without verifyin' the darned law feller's statement I'd got grazin' rights on Mr.
I can't say I know why Bill's bo't that claim, but I'll say this: I'd a heap sooner foller his money than any other man's. I've sure got a notion we best do our laffin' right now." "That's so," agreed Joe Brand reluctantly. "Bill's a cur'us feller. He's so mighty cur'us I ain't got much use for him personal.
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