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His cheeks had flushed scarlet; his eyes were as brilliant as stars, his little thin arms outstretched toward Chula with the wildest anticipation. "Just for a minute then, if Mr. Judson will be very careful." Knight already had the child in his arms and was lifting him with the greatest tenderness. Gabriel sank into the saddle and reached for the lines with a chuckle of delight.
"I'd rather have old Villa's safe conduct than any of the rest of them; I think it cuts more ice with the population at large. But perhaps this chap can do something for us. We'll try to hit the border at Chula Vista the roads that way are pretty fair. Now, Hard, suppose you and I take a turn down the road and have a look at Jimmy before he goes to sleep."
"I'll just run down to the barn and give Chula a lump of sugar and feed Solomon the first thing," Blue Bonnet said as she turned from the telephone. "Have you made your room tidy?" Miss Clyde inquired, coming out in to the hall at that moment. "Oh, dear, history repeats itself, doesn't it, Aunt Lucinda?" Blue Bonnet's good-natured laugh was contagious. Miss Clyde smiled in spite of herself.
Blue Bonnet accepted the favor, but after a couple of turns through the rooms, she stopped. "Want to sit it out?" Alec asked. "If you please I think I should rather." They found a seat in one of the cosy corners. Alec strove to be entertaining. Suddenly, in the midst of the conversation, he broke off abruptly: "I say, Blue Bonnet! You're not vexed still about that Chula affair, are you?"
Her arms were round Chula's neck instantly; her fingers caressing the ugly mark that was beginning to show deep in the sorrel shoulder. For a moment Alec gazed at Blue Bonnet, dumb with amazement. Then he took a step toward her apologetically. "I beg your pardon," he said slowly. "I beg your pardon, Blue Bonnet. Not for striking Chula. She needed what I gave her; but for losing my temper.
A great dam was constructed on the Sweetwater River, near Chula Vista, and a reservoir built. Water was piped from this to the lemon groves, which are about a hundred feet below the reservoir, and from May to September the trees are irrigated.
Blue Bonnet was in a fair way to lose control of the animal at any moment. He raced on at top speed. Fortunately they were on a rising piece of ground, and Alec could see that Chula was pretty well winded. "Hold tight, Blue Bonnet," he called, as he came up behind her. "You're all right! I'm close behind you. Keep up your nerve!"
Yes, and even the town built by direction of the prophets and named Holy Ground and protected by magic. By the close of 1813, this Jackson Chula Harjo "Old Mad Jackson," as the Creeks dubbed him had proved to be as tough as his later name, "Old Hickory." But Menewa and Weatherford were tough, too. They and their more than one thousand warriors still hung out.
The dried leaves afford a substitute for tobacco; a smaller kind of rhubarb is however more commonly used in Tibet for this purpose; it is called "Chula." I saw no birds, and of animals only an occasional muskdeer. Snow fell abundantly as low as 13,000 feet, and the rivers were much swollen, the size and number of the stones they rolled along producing a deafening turmoil.
Blue Bonnet turned Chula sharply and headed toward home, forcing a little tune to her lips, a smile to her eyes, with a determination that would have done credit to a much older person. "Why, dearie, you did not ride far, did you?" was Grandmother's cheery welcome. "No, it was bleaker than I thought. The wind was cold, too, but it was refreshing just the same." Mrs. Clyde eyed her lovingly.
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