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Updated: May 23, 2025
"Only when you wish to leave us, Don Luis," Tom protested, so artlessly that the Mexican felt less offended. "Sit down and chat with us until you tire of our company," urged Harry Hazelton. So Montez and Tisco dropped into the campstools again. They tried to chat on various topics, but conversation proved a failure. "We will go, now," said Don Luis, rising twenty minutes later.
There was a long table, roughly built but serviceable, in the front with the stove and chest of drawers. There were folding campstools in plenty. In the cabin was a comfortable straw mattress for Mrs. Morse in the wide bunk, a small table on which her typewriter case already stood, a rocker made in rustic fashion, a painted dressing case with mirror of good size, and shelves for books.
Rugs of appropriate colours were brought from the house for these "Homes," and a few wicker chairs or campstools were placed in them. Then the spirit of emulation was roused, and the "Players" sought for little tables, vases of flowers, or potted palms to decorate their "Homes." Mrs.
It was quite a different public from what one saw anywhere else, many students of both sexes carrying books, small easels, and campstools, some of the men such evident Bohemians, with long hair, sweeping moustache, and soft felt hat, quite the type one sees in the pictures or plays of "La Vie de Boheme."
Instead there was a strange captain, a scraggly, cross-looking person, staring at a little book and not watching the people who came on board, the way Captain Lewis does. Jerry and I sat on campstools on the windy side, and Greg went to watch the walking-beam, which he thinks will some day knock the top off its house.
Now, peel off your outer clothes and spread them on the campstools to dry by the fire. We'll soon be feeling as cheery as though we were traveling in a Pullman car." Within a short time all six were dry and happy. The lightning had come closer and closer, until now it flashed directly overhead, followed by heavy explosions of thunder.
I went, and had to step over the dead bodies all negroes. A narrow ditch led to a plaza six feet square, where a half dozen men, in fine weather, could sit on campstools. On the breastworks hung a dead negro. In the ditch I had to step over another dead negro. As I got to my plaza I saw two more negroes badly wounded in a cell two feet deeper than the plaza where I slept.
It was true enough. One by one the camels, which were apparently of the purest breed, folded themselves up in a row like campstools at a sign from their attendants, who were now making profound salaams towards the window where Ventimore was standing. "I suppose I'd better go down and see what they want," he said, with rather a sickly smile.
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