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"No, it was an idea I got out of one of the farm bulletins," he replied. "Well, I think you had better give up reading those bulletins for a while, and keep your mind on your plowing," said his uncle. "Why, didn't I do lots of work this morning, Uncle Joe?" asked Bob surprised. "Yes, of course; but I mean you can't work and think both," said his uncle. "Why not, Uncle Joe?

"This revolver is loaded, and the first man to come through there will get a little cold lead in him." There was a pause and then a storm of oaths. "Get in there!" cried Decker's voice from the rear. "What are you afraid of?" "He's got a gun." "Well, get in, three or four of you at once. He can't shoot you all."

"He is the most wide-awake and gamiest man I know. I reckon when the war is over Tom will be a preacher. Did you ever hear him pray?" "No; is he good at that?" "First-rate," continued Robert. "It would do you good to hear him. He don't allow any cursing and swearing when he's around. And what he says is law and gospel with the boys. But he's so good-natured; and they can't get mad at him."

"No, I can't stop. I must have my bath." "But you can bathe here." "Oh, no, I must have my own tub, you know. But I shall be here early at morning. I must go now. Good night," he added, reaching the door. "You are very kind, I assure you." And when thus he had taken his leave, the Major, pointing at a lamp, said to Gid: "End room down the porch. Go to bed."

Fletcher induced him to come there, for he had the key of the safe at the quartermaster's depot, and was going to get the money Major Burleigh dared not take when he fled. I can't understand it at all, and Pappoose doesn't like to talk about it. But Mr. Folsom was robbed of lots of money by Major Burleigh. Mrs. Fletcher is mixed up in it in such a queer way, I can't explain how.

"Did you ever know me to go into anything of this sort for the sentiment of it? Did you ever know me to back the losing side? No. Well, I tell you that you fellows have no more show in this than a parcel of Sunday-school children. Of course I can't say when they mean to strike. I don't know, and I wouldn't tell you if I did. But when they do strike there'll be no striking back.

Then, ag'in, you can't tell.... You do two things, Mis' Nixon: go out to the farm and stay with my wife Mandy'll be glad to have you ... and keep your mouth shet." "You'll find him, Mr. Baines?... You'll fetch him back to me?" "If I figger he's wuth it," said Scattergood. He went from Mrs.

"What was it?" asked Ruth from her room. "One of the officers had the audacity to wave his hand at me." "You shouldn't have looked out." "Ha! A pity I can't look out of my own window," and to prove that she was well within her rights Alice looked out again, and pretended not to see a young man who was standing in the yard below. There was a bustle of excitement at the breakfast table.

"I had hoped not," he said. Marsden leaned forward again, with another gesture Romarin remembered very well dinner knife in hand, edge and palm upwards, punctuating and expounding with the point. "I tell you, it's a mistake," he said, knife and hand balanced. "You can't reopen things like this.

"I must get this young lady to her friends whatever happens. Netty!" "Oh, don't call Netty here," exclaimed Annie. "Now, look here, do you see this piece of blue paper?" "Yes, miss. It's my address, sure and certain." "Do you know the handwriting?" "Well, I can't say that I do; it seems a sort of an ordinary hand, don't it, miss?" "Is Mrs.