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Updated: May 26, 2025
In the midst of this a wag among the younger pioneers mischievously suggested that the grenadier should favor them with a rendition of his version, and the big soldier, in the simplicity of his heart and his fond old memories, in a great bass voice that fairly trembled with its own weight, began "Bye-low, bye-low"; and the ventriloquist who had made the cat swear, and who so often rode the wooden horse, was compelled during the performance to wear his hat adjusted over his face, for his grin was of a distention not to be tolerated in polite society.
Half an hour afterwards, just as Fly was told she ought to be sleepy, because her bye-low hymn had been sung, "Sleep, little one, like a lamb in the fold," and she had answered that she "couldn't be sleepy, athout auntie would hurry quick to come in with a drink of water," there was a strange arrival.
You don't see how the devil you're going to manage it with me around. "I'll do a little more guessing, now: I guess you've doped it out that you'll pack the bedroll up here, tuck me in and pray to the Lord I'll sleep sound. You're hoping you can cache the booze and make your getaway while I've gone bye-low.
"Nothing doing," drawled Frisco, and tossed him over the railing on to the heads of his followers below. They carried Bannister into the open air, for his head had struck the newel-post in his descent. This gave the defense a few minutes respite. "They're going to come a-shooting next time," remarked Denver. "Just as soon as he comes back from bye-low land you'll see things hum."
Good-night! and when you tuck yourselves in to bye-low don't forget to dream of your mammies." Bending quickly, she kissed Hartnoll on the cheek, and was in the act to offer me a like salute when I dodged aside, angered by her last words. She broke into a laugh like a chime of bells, made a pretty pout at me with her lips and disappeared into the darkness.
To the rest of the world he was a man of iron. To this wee bit of humanity he was a nurse, a playmate, a slave. "We're 'most to the creek now, son. Onc't we get there, we'll throw off and camp. You can eat a snack and tumble right off to bye-low land," he promised. The five-year-old smiled faintly and snuggled closer. His long lashes drooped again to the soft cheeks.
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