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It was a pine of a thousand years, close the age of our mother tree, Ruth, and when we have learned from Enos Mills how to wrest secrets from the hearts of centuries, we will climb the hill and measure our oak, and then I will estimate, and you will write, and we will make a record for our tree." "Oh, I'd like that!" "So would I," said the Harvester.
However, it did not take him long to recover, and then, bracing up, he hurried away without a word. He was now neatly dressed and had had his face shaved. I conjectured that Mr. Woodward had advised this change in order to more fully carry out the deception in relation to the tramp's real character. "There's that Stumpy," I whispered to Captain Enos, as I pointed my finger at the man.
"Will you tell me how to find this man in Fillmore, who knows how to take that letter?" asked Jack. "Good!" exclaimed Mr. Snell. "That's the way to talk. I sized you up for a plucky lad as soon as I saw you. Now if you will take pencil and paper, I'll give you directions for reaching Enos Hardy, who may succeed in getting a message to Mr. Tevis for you." Jack jotted down what Mr.
Joseph Huntington, a classical scholar and the pastor of the church in Coventry, entered Yale College at the age of sixteen, and graduated with high honors in a class of sixty, in September, 1773. At the time of his graduation his personal appearance was notable. Dr. Enos Monro of New Haven, who knew him well in the last year at Yale, said of him,
"I'll call to him, and if he answers I shall know that I am awake," she decided, and leaning out she called softly: "Uncle Enos! Uncle Enos!" Captain Stoddard looked up, and answered briskly: "Anne Nelson, ahoy!" "Uncle Enos, listen!" and Anne leaned out still farther. "I went toward the outer beach with Amanda Cary, and she slapped me and ran off.
Then I shook hands with my uncle. "Keep a clear weather eye and a strong hand at the wheel, Roger, my boy," he said, "and you'll make port all safe." "I'll try, Uncle Enos." A moment more and I was on the cars. Then with an "All aboard" the conductor gave the signal, and the train moved off. I passed into the car and took a vacant seat near the centre.
And Seth lived an hundred and five years, and begat Enos: And Seth lived after he begat Enos eight hundred and seven years, and begat sons and daughters: And all the days of Seth were nine hundred and twelve years: and he died.
"By-the-by, Condor," said Mr. Enos Slugby. Mr. Condor turned toward him inquiringly. "I heard Jim say t'other day " "Who's Jim?" asked Condor. "Jim!" returned Slugby, "Jim why, Jim's the party in my district." "Oh yes yes; I beg pardon," said Condor; "the name had escaped me." "Well, I heard Jim say t'other day that Mr.
There it is, at the foot of the tent-pole. Wonder if it is loaded? "Waugh-ho! Waugh-ho-o-o-o!" The boy springs from his blankets like a cat, and peeps out between the tent-flaps. There sits Enos, in the shelter of a leaning tree by the fire, with his head thrown back and a bottle poised at his mouth. His lonely eye is cocked up at a great horned owl on the branch above him.
Once or twice a partridge, with her brood of little ones, fled before them, and there was a great deal for them to see and enjoy. Anne felt very happy to know that Aunt Martha and Uncle Enos had forgiven her for running away, and that they were glad for her to go to Boston.
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