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There's pertaters to be fried, an' the children's lunches to put up, an' John Alexander's lost his jography I believe that boy'd lose his head if it twarn't glued to his shoulders. There's a button off Stephen's collar, an' Susan Ann wants her hair curled, an' Polly's frettin' to be taken up.

No matter what excuse the boy'd try to give, the Chief wouldn't listen, leaving all that for the Justice of the Peace before whom he'd take his prisoners. Boys, we've just got to find Hen first; that's all there is to it." That seemed to be the consensus of opinion among them. By degrees they had come to believe that Hen Condit must be under a spell, to have acted as he did.

"Ef you'd do a few things yourself when they'd oughter be done, p'r'aps the boy'd take example of ye," said Mrs. Day, bitterly. Her husband reached for his pipe that never-failing comforter and made no reply. "Ev'rythin' about the house is goin' to rack an' ruin," pursued the lady, slopping a little water into the dishpan.

Then I got on the log and he follered me " "Jonas Harding's boy'd oughter known better than that," declared the old ranger, with some vexation. "I know it, 'Siah. Poor father told me 'nough times never to move outer my tracks till I had loaded again. An' I reckon this'll be a lesson for me. I I ain't got over it yet."

I made quite a fool of myself that day." "Yasser; en den w'en de man say sump'n' sassy back, little ez you wuz, you spurred de pony at 'im en tole 'im you'd slap 'im in de jaw. He 'uz de skeer'dest w'ite man I ever see. I say ter myse'f den dat I hope de day'd come w'en dat little boy'd grow up en buy me; en dat make I say w'at I does.

A man shot a boy twelve years old happened on him in the woods, and didn't give him no chance. If he HAD 'a' given him a chance, the boy'd 'a' shot him. They lived each side of the line, and the church was at a landing called Compromise. Half the church and half the aisle was in Kentucky, the other half in Tennessee.

The child was suffering, she could see that, but the very extremity of torture could hardly repay for the pain Boy'd endured. While Tess was pondering the penalties she'd inflict, a smile touched her lips. The frightened blue eyes searched the hard brown ones, but the child found no comfort or encouragement in the frowning face of the squatter girl.

Why! why, that was the kind of a step-one a boy'd like to have come home with his father! That was the very kind! While you'd been lying there thinking you couldn't imagine one, you'd imagined! And it was easy!

Then, about an hour ago, she went by again, but the boy'd gone, and there was another feller pilotin' the team a stranger, nobody I ever see afore." Seth's red face turned pale. "What?" he cried. "Em Mrs. Bascom ridin' with a stranger! What sort of a stranger?" "Oh, a feller somewheres between twenty and fifty.

"Didn't I say the old boy'd be coming in some morning and asking us if breakfast was ready?" Tom was giving Frank the long-lost letter he had been carrying when Corporal Wilson came up with the relief and their greeting was almost as boisterous and hilarious as that of his own particular chums had been, for Tom was a universal favorite in the regiment, and they had all mourned his loss.