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Updated: April 30, 2025
Attached to the largest portion of the house, the one with the columns, was a slightly smaller section, with a still smaller section completing the picture. It was a "telescope house" the kind that the Eastern Shore natives referred to as "big house, little house, and one in the middle." A broad sweep of lawn, broken only by flagstone walks and trees, extended from the creek's edge to the house.
They kept their pace up the steep side of Cobble Hill and down its far slope and the valley beyond to the shore of the Big Creek. "I'm hot 'nough to sizzle an' smoke when I tech water," said the scout as he waded in, holding his rifle and powder-horn in his left hand above the creek's surface. They had a few strokes of swimming at mid-stream but managed to keep their powder dry.
I've heard that one of you had a hard time getting over the creek last week." "That was Harry," said Tom. "So I supposed," said Mr. Martin; "and it must have been a pretty dangerous trip. Now it won't do to do that sort of thing often; and you can't tell when the creek's going to rise, so as to be over before the bridge is flooded." "That's true," said Harry.
"If this fish ever leaves the pool and starts across on the flats, I don't see what I'm going to do, because the creek's too deep to wade now." The salmon, however, obligingly kept to the pool, once in a while making a mad leap into the air and shaking himself.
Then it dipped into a wooded ravine, turned aside to follow a barely perceptible path through a heavy forest, and finally ended at a fording on the edge of the Conodoguinet. "Here you are, boys," cried the farmer, as he pulled up his horses within a few feet of the water. "I reckon you couldn't have a better day for your start. The creek's in prime condition, too."
If you can recall certain advertisements of Mr. Reckitt, and can imagine one of these transparent, with a soft light glowing behind it, you will be as near as I can help you to guessing the exact colour. And, but for a solitary star and the red lamp of a steamer lying off the creek's mouth, this blue covered the whole firmament and face of the earth.
I must have looked my pleasure. "Why, David," says he, "you are a patriot, too." "I am a Rebel, sir," I cried hotly. Both gentlemen laughed again, and the men with them. "The lad is a character," said Mr. Lowndes. We made our way down into the garden, which they searched last. At the creek's side the boat was gone, and there were footsteps in the mud. "The bird has flown, Lowndes," said Mr.
"No," answered Fortner, "but we're a-comin' ter what is every bit an' grain ez dangersome. Heah's whar the path winds round Blacksnake Clift, an' ye'll hev ter be ez keeful o' your footin' ez ef ye war treadin' the slippery ways o' sin. The path's no wider 'n a hoss's back, an' no better ter walk on. On the right hand side hit's several rods down ter whar the creek's tearin' 'long like a mad dog.
A hundred years had rolled down the hillsides of the Gaspereau and out across the Minas tides into the fogs and hollows of the past; and still the patch of dyked land at the creek's mouth was lit by the unsearchable lustre of the "Eye of Gluskâp."
The breeze was harping sleepily among the branches, and several geese stalked pompously along the creek's edge. On the top of the stockade a gray squirrel, sole witness to the tragedy, rose on his haunches, flirted his brush, and then, in a sudden leap of alarm, disappeared. Samson turned to the darkened doorway.
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