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Updated: June 19, 2025
"A moment it stood; then swayed over an' begun to move slowly at first, but gatherin' speed every second, noiselessly, save for a sound like the indrawin' of a breath and a faint crackin' as the hard snow crust shivered into atoms where it struck.
Kind of made me feel as if I was a slave driver crackin' the whip. And there wa'n't any special reason that I could see for her actin' that way. Outside of her clothes, she wa'n't such a freak. That is, she wa'n't deformed, or anything like that. She wa'n't even wrinkled or gray haired; though how she kept from growin' that way I couldn't figure out.
Bridge was more her kind anyway. He was a college guy. Billy was only a mucker. "Bridge got away all right," he said. "And say, he didn't have nothin' to do with pullin' off that safe crackin'. I done it myself. He didn't know I was in town an' I didn't know he was there. He's the squarest guy in the world, Bridge is.
We blowed with the belluses, 'n' we stuffed in paper 'n' pitch-pine kindlin's, but nothin' could make that fire burn; 'n' all the time the folks kep' comin', as if they'd never stop, 'n' nothin' for 'em but empty dishes, 'n' all the borrowed chaney slippin' round on the waiters 'n' chippin' 'n' crackin', I would n' go through what I been through t'-night for all th' money in th' Bank, I do believe it's harder t' have a party than t'"
By this time the rifle fire out in front was pretty thick and the bullets was hissin' an' whinin' past us an' crackin' on the walls. Another one came through the window an' perforated the old lady's poke-bonnet, but none o' them was comin' near me, an' I was just about happily concludin' I wasn't in the direct line o' fire an' was well covered from strays.
I must begin to do as they all do. And it is a crackin' good shovel too," says he pensively. Says I, "You are goin' to carry that shovel right straight home, Josiah Allen!" And I made him. The idee. But I see in this and in many kindred things, that he wuz a dwellin' on this thought of political life its honors and emollients. And often, and in dark hints, he would speak of his Plan.
I need one, for Lean's after me wi' a gun. He had a shot at me two days syne." Dickson exclaimed, and Dougal with morose pride showed a rent in his kilt. "If I had had on breeks, he'd ha' got me." "Who's Lean?" Heritage asked. "The man wi' the black coat. The other the lame one they ca' Spittal." "How d'you know?" "I've listened to them crackin' thegither."
Look at him, here, caperin' an' crackin' his fingers afore me, an' pullin' me out to dance!" "Och, och, murdher alive," exclaimed the good man out of breath, "I seen the day, any way! An', maybe, could show a step or two yet, if I was well fixed. You can't forget ould times, Alley? Eh, you thief?"
So he gets his pipe an' fills it with medicine tobacco an' blows a mouthful of smoke in the red-eyed pony's nose. Sech remedies don't work; that pony still limps on three laigs, draggin' the afflicted member mighty pensive. "At last the Lance gives Black Cloud a patronisin' smile an' says that his medicine'll cure the pony sound an' well while you're crackin' off a gun.
"You can get a crackin' fine lot of noise out of that." He strung it up in a framework just outside the door, ordinarily employed for hoisting heavy wagons from the earth. Then with a hammer he struck it sharply. The clear, ringing tone that vibrated all through the hills was a stirring note indeed. So the bell-ringer struck his steel again. "That ain't the way to do the job," objected Field.
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