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"She's just an eccentric body, my Lord," said he; "and, I'm sorry to say, a violent enemy to your Lordship's cause." "Hoity-me-toity!" says Kitty. "I'm Christian Lebow, that used to be Bottrell: which means that your forefathers and mine, my Lord, came over to England together, like the Macanns and the Martins, though maybe some time before, and not in a cattle-boat.
He knew all about the hour of closing the New York gates without the policeman reminding him of it. Had he not sat here every night waiting for that cattle-boat? He hated the place cordially, yet it was the only spot in that great city to which he could come and not be molested while he waited for the barges.
Guilfogle went out of his way to admit that the letters to the Southern trade had been "a first-rate stunt, son." John Henson, the head of the Souvenir Company's manufacturing department, invited Mr. Wrenn home to dinner, and the account of the cattle-boat was much admired by Mrs. Henson and the three young Hensons.
Seen it was, in fact, and that there were persons to be rescued; and Blaine, who was on his way from Londonderry to Bristol, in the Muriel Ellen, a cattle-boat, possessed a boat in which to attempt a rescue.
And please come down to see me the old place West Sixteenth Street." "What about the old girl with the ingrowing grouch? What's her name? She ain't stuck on me." "Mrs. Zapp? Oh hope she chokes. She can just kick all she wants to. I'm just going to have all the visitors I want to." "All right. Say, tell us something about your trip." "Oh, I had a great time. Lots of nice fellows on the cattle-boat.
I plan to read Westcott and Hort's Greek New Testament all through, again, this winter." ... This was a sop to his religious sentiment. I related how I had first read the New Testament in the Greek, while on a cattle-boat, in the China Seas.... "Gregory, you're quite mad ... but you're a smooth one, too!" his eyes gleamed, amused, behind his glasses....
I have slumbered curled in a coil of rope on the deck of a cattle-boat, in an ambulance wagon, on a stretcher, in farmhouse barns and under hedges and haystacks. I have slept in the sand by the blue Mediterranean Sea, with the crickets and grasshoppers "zipping" and "zinging" all night long. But our dug-out nights on the edge of the bay at Buccaneer Bivouac were the most enjoyable.
I went over on one, you know. Fellow named Morton awfully nice fellow. Say, Charley, you ought to seen me being butler to the steers. Handing 'em hay. But say, the sea was fine; all kinds of colors. Awful dirty on the cattle-boat, though." "Hard work?" "Yuh kind of hard. Oh, not so very." "What did you see in England?" "Oh, a lot of different places.
Wrenn saw, in the squat familiar body and sturdy face of Morton of the cattle-boat, a stranger, slightly uneasy and very quiet, wearing garments that had nothing whatever to do with the cattle-boats a crimson scarf with a horseshoe-pin of "Brazilian diamonds," and sleek brown ready-made clothes with ornately curved cuffs and pocket flaps.
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