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"What?" "Oh, no matter. I know." "Winnie Breynton!" "Well," said Winnie, with the air of a Grand Mogul feeding a chicken, "I don't care if I tell you. We've had a temmygral." "A telegram!" "I just guess we have; you'd oughter seen the man. He'd lost his nose, and——" "A telegram! Is there any bad news? Where did it come from?" "It came from Bosting," said Winnie, with a superior smile.
Miss Martha had been admitted to the secret, and had joined in the conspiracy heartily, without being able to recall anything of the kind having occurred at the East, and not remembering having seen or heard of anything of the sort the time she was to Bosting. She had Shocky all ready, having used some of her own capes and shawls to make him warm.
The Captain was sitting in a queer little bowl of a skiff on the deck of his tug, and rocking it like a cradle, as he talked. "Bosting's always hard to beat in anything," rejoined the ex-Chairman. "But if Bosting is to be beat, here's the man to do it." And now, perhaps, gentle reader, you think I have said enough in behalf of a limited fraternity, the Skaters.
In coorse, the pegs hed fell in price; they'd kim down so low, that we ked only git twenty-five cents a bushel for 'em!" "Mother ov Moses! only twenty-five cents a bushel!" "Thet was all they'd fetch offer 'em when an' wheer we would. In coorse, we wan't fools enough to take thet the dernationed pegs hed cost us more in Bosting!" "Divil a doubt ov it? But fwhat did yez do wid 'em, anyhow?"
"I'm real glad to hear it," said the bland but disappointed Martha. "We used to have spelling-schools at the East." But Miss Martha could not remember that they had them "to Bosting." Hard as it is for a bashful man to talk, it is still more difficult for him to close the conversation.
"Yes, siree bob, that very identical thing," was the bronzed miner's reply. "But I don't quite understand. You see I " "That's all right, Professor. We'll git down ter pay dirt direc'ly," said the miner. "You know of the Scientific Society in Bosting, of course?" "I am a member of that body, sir," was the dignified reply of the little man. "Well, they giv' me your name.
I used to live in Barbadoes." "Well, I declar! Why, Barbaderz is t' other side of nowhere! Used ter be when I went ter school. Well, well, some folks hez a lion's share uv soarin' an' here I've ben all my life jest a' pinin' my heart out ter git down ter Bosting, an' I ain't never got there! But that's allers the way.
"It snowed that way the time I was to Bosting." "Did it?" said Bud, not thinking of the snow at all nor of Boston, but thinking how much better he would have appeared had he left his arms and legs at home. "I suppose Mr. Hartsook rode your horse to Lewisburg?" "Yes, he did;" and Bud hung both hands at his side. "You were very kind."
That's the leak in the bar'l, an times won't git no better till that's plugged naow, I tell yew." "If't comes to pluggin leaks ye kin look nigher hum nor Bosting," observed Abner. "I hearn ez Squire Woodbridge giv fifty pound lawful fer that sorter tune box ez he'z get fer his gal, an they doos say ez them cheers o' Squire Sedgwick's cos twenty pound lawful in the old kentry."
"Yer right thar Isr'el," said Abner with heartiness, "I can't bear Bosting fellers no more'n I kin a skunk, and I kin tell em baout ez fer orf. I dunno wat tiz baout em, but I can't git up no more feller feelin fer em nor I kin fer Britishers. Seems though they wern't ezzackly human, though I s'pose they be, but darn em anyhaow."
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