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Updated: May 6, 2025
"Two burnin' pieces of wood, that's you and me, and when I was away from you the fire went down to a smoulder; but now that we're close a wind hits us, and the flames come together and rise and jump and twine together. Two pieces of burnin' wood, but only one flame d'you feel it?
Is it the Boundary Line, or Creole Case, or Colonial Trade, or the Burnin' of the Caroline, or Right o' Sarch? or what national subject is on the carpet to-day? Howsundever, sais I, 'let the charge be what it will, slugs, rifle-bullets, or powder, go I must, that's a fact. So I tips him a shot right off; here's the draft, Sir; it's in reg'lar state lingo. "Sir,
"Listen," he said, as he stood for an instant at the horse's head, dimly outlined. "You'd better go to Hamlin's that's nearest. An' make arrangements to stay there. I'm burnin' the Circle L buildin's. There won't be a stick standin' when I get through! When I get through, I'm goin' back to my place on the Rabbit Ear. My men have all gone with the cattle, an' I'll be there alone.
She attends temperance meetin's an' takes people there a'most drags 'em in by the scruff o' the neck. She keeps 'er eyes open, like a weasel, an' w'enever she sees a chance o' what she calls pluckin' a brand out o' the fire, she plucks it, without much regard to burnin' 'er fingers.
"Yes sah, Miss Nurse, Mandy say dat gal jest throwin' herself 'round de room an' screechin', an' Mandy grab her jest as she 'bout to jump out de winder. She won't say nothin' but how she's burnin' up an' Mandy she send Jake to me quick. I sho don' want to wake Dr.
"If that young feller comes into money, an' gives it away, I'll do more than give away a quarter of my property I'll believe anything after that. I'll get religion. But I won't agree to do that unless you back me up, doctor. That ought to induce you the prospect of savin' a brand from the burnin'; an' if I ain't a brand, I dun'no' who is."
"In bed?" I asked. "No, sir no, siree! He was in hell that's where he was reg'lar ol' fashioned, down-east hell, burnin' with fire an' brimstun, that he'd had the agency for an' had recommended to every sinner in the neighborhood. He was settin' in his room. God o' Isr'el!
No, not sixty! It was me killed the bear, an' we're goin' back to the schooner for a sled. I stayed behind to bleed the brute. All of a sudden, like it always hits you, snow-blindness gits me, an' I shouts to Honest Simms. I'm blind, with my eyeballs on fire, an' the fire burnin' back inter my brain. "Along comes a Point Arrow blister.
I told her no good wouldn't come of 'avin' that number of children to her Christmas tree twice thirteen; an' I said if thirteen was hunlucky, twice thirteen was twice worse; an' your ma just laughed at me; an' the next day came the burnin'." Bessie looked gravely at her.
"In the first place," said the elder, laying down the law with uplifted hand, "she's a Episcopalian, I heard her say that herself, when she first come here; and her letter of dismissal was from a church with some Popish name, St. Robert or Stephen, I don't just remember. I've seen one of those churches. Thank the Lord, there isn't one in Lockhaven. They have candles burnin', and a big brass cross.
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