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Down this slope they followed the rope with their eyes and then discovered it was attached to a large and heavy barrel that could almost be called a hogshead, evidently something which had been used as a crate to convey a portion of the previous owner of the cabin's crockery ware thither when he moved up from town.
"Why?" she asked softly. "Because there's death in them all." "I am going," she said. From the window of the largest cabin MacDonald pulled the sapling shutter, and, like the other, it fell at his feet. Then they opened the door, and entered; and here the sunlight revealed the cabin's ghastly tragedy.
After involuntarily closing my eyes, I reopened them and saw that this luminous force came from a frosted half globe curving out of the cabin's ceiling. "Finally! It's light enough to see!" Ned Land exclaimed, knife in hand, staying on the defensive. "Yes," I replied, then ventured the opposite view. "But as for our situation, we're still in the dark."
"There's been no nasty seas over here," said Jacob; "why, you must have been asleep." "I tell you the cabin's flooded," said the mate. "Very well," said the other, "if you disbelieve me, look for yourself. As to sleeping, my God, don't you talk, for you're hardly awake yet." The mate made a survey, found no damage, and remarked in soliloquy: "That's funny. Where can the water have come from?"
Wetherell, twenty thousand dollars." He sighed. "Time was when a man could be governor for ten. Those were the good old days eh, Jethro?" "A-Alvy, 'Uncle Tom's Cabin's' comin' to town tomorrow to-morrow." "You don't tell me," said the Honorable Alva, acquiescing cheerfully in the change of subject. "We'll go. Pleased to have you, too, Mr. Wetherell."
It was half an hour later that Sig pointed out a small clearing ahead of them. "Cabin's right oop on the edge of the aspens. See it?" The ranger nodded assent. "Ay bane go down first an' see how t'ings look." When the Norwegian entered the cabin, he saw two men seated at a table, playing seven up.
It was outrageous that he, the son of John P. Whittington, should be expected to shift for himself like an ordinary fisherman. "I'm not used to living in a pigpen!" he snapped. "This cabin's too dark to be healthy; besides, it isn't clean." A spark of temper flashed in Spurling's eyes. "Stop right there, Whittington! This is my uncle Tom's cabin.
Yo' kaint go nowhar in this hyar storm. I don't recollect hits like on the mountain, no time." The girl did not answer; but held the door open while the other stepped out, only to catch her breath and flatten herself against the cabin's wall as a sheet of mingled sleet and snow struck her.
For my part, I'd like to wear nothing but a cold bath." Mrs. Drelmer suddenly betrayed signs of excitement. She sat up straight in the wicker deck-chair, glanced down a column of her newspaper, and then looked up. Mauburn's head appeared out of the cabin's gloom. He was still speaking to some one below. Mrs. Drelmer rattled the paper and waved it at him. He came up the stairs. "What's the row?"
Gaya arrived next, with clothes. Trigger retired to the cabin's bathroom with them and came out a few minutes later, dressed again. Meanwhile the Dawn City's First Security Officer also had arrived and was setting up a portable restructure stage in the center of the cabin. He looked rather grim, but he also looked like a very much relieved man.
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