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When taken up, his skin along the back will be found adhering to the flesh, and if pressed on the spine he will nearly crouch to the ground. If a hold is taken of the skin which is very difficult to accomplish and it is lifted from the flesh, when let go it will give a crack similar to the sound that follows when you give a knock to the common corn-basket. This is a never-failing symptom.
"'Oh, no, he won't! says the parson, quite confident. 'There, there, says he, layin' his hands on him, as if pronouncin' a blessin'. But when the parson riz up, old Tom he riz up too, and began to march over the eggs. "'Stop, now! says the parson. 'I'll make him get down agin: hand me that corn-basket; we'll put that over him.
But where did you get that fright of a bonnet?" he continued. "It's like looking down a narrow lane to see your face." Mary knew that Billy was very observing of dress, and she blushed painfully as she replied, that Mrs. Campbell gave it to her. "Well, she ought to be ashamed," said he, "with all her money to give you a corn-basket of a thing like that.
The doctor made it very impressive and sort o' improvin'; but Huldy, she told me, goin' home, that she hardly could keep from laughin' two or three times in the sermon when she thought of old Tom a standin' up with the corn-basket on his back.
"Well, the first thing I do shall be to make some butternut candy for you. You won't despise that, Mr. Hugh?" Hugh smiled at her, and went on. "And your friend Mr. Olmney has sent us a corn-basket full of the superbest apples you ever saw. He has one tree of the finest in Queechy, he says." "My friend!" said Fleda, colouring a little. "Well I don't know whose he is if he isn't yours," said Hugh.
"So he crooked old Tom's legs, and got him down agin; and they put the corn-basket over him, and then they both stood and waited. "'That'll do the thing, Huldy, said the parson. "'I don't know about it, says Huldy. "'Oh, yes, it will, child! I understand, says he. "Just as he spoke, the basket riz right up and stood, and they could see old Tom's long legs.
"They kin git me to soldier as long as the war lasts, for the askin', but I wouldn't be a spy 10 minutes for a corn-basket full o' greenbacks. I have too much regard for my neck. I need it in my business." "You a spy," said Si derisively. "You couldn't spy for sour apples. Them big feet o' your'n 'd give you dead away to anybody that'd ever seen you before."
"Well, the first thing I do shall be to make some butternut candy for you. You wont despise that Mr. Hugh?" Hugh smiled at her, and went on. "And your friend Mr. Olmney has sent us a corn-basket fill of the superbest apples you ever saw. He has one tree of the finest in Queechy, he says." "My friend!" said Fleda, colouring a little. "Well, I don't know whose he is, if he isn't yours," said Hugh.
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