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Updated: May 16, 2025
Gingerly, I put on the ragged suit.... I stood in front of the Eos Artwork Studios. I saw a boy coming down the path from one of the buildings. "Would you tell me please where I can find the Master?" I asked, reverently. The boy gave me a long stare. "Oh, you mean Mr. Spalton?" "Yes." "That's him ... there ... choppin' wood."
"My good woman," he said, "the moon will soon be up, and the time has come fur me to be goin'. I've had a happy day with ye and the leetle uns; and the trail over the mountain will seem shorter, as the pups and me go home, thinkin' on't. Wild Bill will stay a few days, and put things a leetle more to rights, and git up a wood-pile that will keep ye from choppin' fur a good while.
"Yes, ma'am." "How old were you when you married?" "Fifteen." "How old was your husband?" "Eighteen." "Did you work in the fields when you were a child?" "Oh, yes'm, I picked and I chopped." "Have you worked in the fields every year?" "I do in pickin' and choppin' times." "And you do the housework? "There ain't no one else to do it." "And the sewing?" "Yes, ma'am.
"An’ gimme a job choppin’ tickets in the subway!" snarled Heinie. "Expec’ me to squeal f’r that? Reeform, hey? Show me a livin’ in it an’ I carry a banner. But there ain’t nothing into it. How’s a guy to live if there ain’t no graft into nothin’?" Joe touched his gas-mask with a sneer: "He’s pushin’ the yellow stuff at us, Heinie," he said; and to me: "You get yours all right.
Why, what's the use of goin' agin His will, an' it's all the same whether yer choppin' down a tree, or runnin' across the sea of Life fer the great Port beyon'. That's what the parson says, an' I guess he knows, though it seems to me that the poor man hisself has head-winds aplenty jist now." Stephen asked no more questions then, being too busy.
I let ye take a fling yesterday, jist to see what kind o' dogs ye be; but if ever I catches ye takin' another widout the word from me I'll be killin' ye!" The man groaned. "Holy saints, skipper, ye'd not be sendin' me to choppin' poles wid a head on me like a lobster-pot?" he whispered.
"Why," said he, "there's Jake Preble." "He never'd do it," said Mariana. She shook her head conclusively. "Never 'n the world." "I bet ye forty dollars," said the cap'n. "He could go over 'n' take care of his stock an' do his choppin', an' come back to a warm house. I'm goin' to ask him. I'm goin' this minute. You set up, an' I'll be back an' tell ye."
She said, "I mus' hurry back, or missus will fin' me out. You gib 'em to the man choppin' wood in de yard; he'll put 'em in de cellar for me. Missus is mighty hard on you alls;" and she hobbled back as fast as she could with two canes. But her mistress found out that she had been to see me, and told her she should never set her foot inside her yard again, neither should a Yankee.
Remember, ye have three months of choppin' in yer grip; the pig under me is gittin' lively, and the profits of the other three months be onsartin. O Lord!" ejaculated the old man, partially sobered at the prospect, "here comes the pups and the devil himself will now be to pay!"
I kept on shootin'. Then I gets plugged here under the chin. Knowin' it's all up with me I deserted my post when I heard the Injuns choppin' on the fence where it was on fire last night. But I only run because they're gettin' in." "Wetzel, Bennet, Clarke!" yelled Silas, as he laid the boy on the bench. Almost as Silas spoke the tall form of the hunter confronted him.
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