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Her affection embarrassed me, I remember. It seemed unmanly to be petted like a doll. 'I hate to be kissed, I said, pulling away from her, at which Uncle Eb laughed heartily. The day came when I would have given half my life for the words I held so cheaply then. 'You'd better be good t' me, she answered, 'for when mother dies I'm goin' t' take care o' you.
Sometimes I went through the woods to the store at Tifton for flour and pork. One night Uncle Eb told me if I would go out among men to try my hand at some sort of business he would start me with a thousand dollars. Well, I did it. I had also a hundred dollars of my own. I came through the woods afoot. Bought fashionable clothing at Utica, and came to the big city you know the rest.
'He's dead, Elizabeth whispered, holding his hand tenderly, and looking into his half-closed eyes. Then for a moment she covered her own with her handkerchief, while David, in a low, calm tone, that showed the depth of his feeling, told us what to do. Uncle Eb and I watched that night, while Tip Taylor drove away to town. The body lay in the parlour and we sat by the stove in the room adjoining.
An' there I was, plump against Elspie, standin' holdin' her arms 'round the tree trunk an' shiverin' some. "'Elspie, s'I, 'why, you poor child. "'No need to rub that in, s'she, tart. It's the one word the county charges gets sensitive about an' Eb, he seemed to sense that, an' he ask' her, hasty, how the fire started.
'I've found some crawfish here, he said, 'an' I'm goin' t' try fer a bite on the p'int O' rocks there. 'Goin' t' git some fish, Uncle Eb? I enquired. 'Wouldn't say't I was, er wouldn't say't I wasn't, he answered. 'Jes goin' t' try. Uncle Eb was always careful not to commit himself on a doubtful point.
'Shucks! said Uncle Eb, 'he ain' no fool if he is a good speller not by a dum sight! 'Tip, said David, 'you'll find a box in the sleigh 'at come by express. I wish ye'd go'n git it. We all stood looking while Tip brought it in and pried off the top boards with a hatchet. 'Careful, now! Uncle Eb cautioned him. 'Might spile sumthin'. The top off, Uncle Eb removed a layer of pasteboard.
They had told us what to do and what not to do over and over again. I sat with Gerald on blankets that were spread over a thick mat of hay. The morning air was sweet with the odour of new hay and the music of the bobolink. Uncle Eb and Tip Taylor sang merrily as we rode over the hills. When we entered the shade of the big forest Uncle Eb got out his rifle and loaded it.
In accounts of the battle I had seen some notice of my leading a charge but my fame had gone farther much farther indeed than I knew. I stood a moment laughing an odd sort of laugh it was that had in it the salt of tears and waving my hand to the many who were now calling my name. In the uproar of cheers and waving of handkerchiefs I could not find Uncle Eb for a moment.
I woke once or twice in the night and saw him putting wood on the fire. He had put out the light. The gleam of the fire shone on his face when he opened the stove door. 'Gittin' a leetle cool here, Uncle Eb, he was saying to himself. We were up at daylight, and even then it was snowing and blowing fiercely.
He's only swoonded," asserted the man addressed as Eb. "'Twon't do to lebe 'im here to die, Zack." "Sartin not; we'd hab bad luck all our days." "I reckon ole man Pearson will keep him; and his wife's a po'ful nuss." "Pearson orter; he's a Unioner." "S'pose we try him; 'tain't so bery fur off." On the morning of the 24th of December, Mrs.
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