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"'Who all are there left? "'Seven left. "As the cutter struck the ice Colwell jumped off, and went up to him. He was a ghastly sight. His cheeks were hollow, his eyes wild, his hair and beard long and matted. His army blouse, covering several thicknesses of shirts and jackets, was ragged and dirty. He wore a little fur cap and rough moccasins of untanned leather tied around the leg.
Teezle told a story about the Indians and Tories "that cut up such didoes in the revolution down there in the Diliway." Colwell repeated the story of Milo Dale, the money-digger. Then Squire Fabens told a story of a man who was caught in his neighbor's granary borrowing wheat, and who was given a bag full and his supper in the bargain, and sent home, promising he'd never do the like again.
It was therefore with a fearless heart I penned the following lines. MISS COLWELL: Your suspicions were unfounded. I have Mr. Barrows' own words to the effect that he meditated death by imprisonment in the vat. I go to acquaint Dwight Pollard with the fact that any accusation on your part must fail before the minute and circumstantial confession which Mr. Barrows has left behind him.
Therefore, for the purposes of supplying the circulation of my domestic water system, the well was declared a failure. My non-success was much talked about in the neighborhood, and we received a great deal of sympathy and condolence. Phineas Colwell was not surprised at the outcome of the affair. He had said that the well had been put in the wrong place. Mrs.
Now they worry up a difficult bank, and scuttle and wheeze away, away. But the dogs gain upon them; the torches alarm them; the ground is not safe, and they climb the trees, as the hunters all wish, and seek concealment in the shadow of closely covering leaves. "Up a tree, be you, Mr. Bruin, eh?" cried Colwell. "What can you do now?" asked Fabens. "Down with the tree!" shouted Flaxman.
I felt that whatever his past weaknesses had been, he possessed a character capable of the noblest development, and, yielding to the longing with which my whole being was animated, I was about to lay my hand upon his head, when he lifted his face and, gazing earnestly at me, said: "One moment; there is yet a cloud which ought to be blown away from between us Rhoda Colwell.
That was all that evening. The dotted line did not turn. Keen as newspaper conjecture is, it failed to connect the "red-line maps," with the fame of which the city was raging, with an item of shipping news printed in the evening papers of the following day: CLEARED For South American Ports, steam yacht Electra, New York. Owner John M. Colwell.
On this side the slopes were all more open, nothing but rugged bowlders clinging on the bare surfaces. How enjoyable was this forcing our way along through these solitary wilderness places, so that I was really sorry when we finally dropped over a forested slope into the Rubicon Springs and McKinney's Road. A mile away we found the hotel, with Mr. and Mrs. Colwell.
"Dreadful!" cried poor comfortless Julia; "can it, say, can it be true?" "But that does not show he's killed; and I will not give him up yet," said Uncle Walter. "The wolves hev muttoned him afore this, you may depend," said Troffater. "I don't believe that," said Colwell. "And I don't believe you do aither," said Mr. Waldron, to Troffater.
They could not reconcile it with the goodness of God. They saw not why, if He was good, there should be winter and storms at all; and not perpetual sunshine and summer. They questioned Fabens on the subject. Mr. Nimblet questioned him, and Colwell asked him to "clear up the character of his God." Mr.
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