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"There's a good 'eal in that dream, I say now; and it gives me hope. Come, let's give another good hunt." "Hugh!" groaned an Indian, dolefully; "he gone, he dead; we no find 'im." "So I b'lieve," added Troffater. "I dremp las night tew, as wal as Granny Fabens; but then our dreams don't agree azackly. I dremp a shaggy wolf ketched 'im.
Fabens made every exertion in their power to mitigate the griefs of the neighborhood; and they influenced several to join them in missions and labors of relief and love.
"I am not homesick; I was just thinking how she chased me, and how narrowly I escaped." "It was much as ever," said Teezle, "much as ever that the critter didn't mutton you. She skipped like a painter, and whet up her teeth for a whalin' bite. But don't think on it now. Here, who'll tell a good story, and cheer up Fabens a little? Uncle Walt, tell one of your painter stories.
I never saw a man who thought more of seeing his friends. And so far from home as we are, you must remember that our friends here stand in the place of the absent and dear." Frisbie departed, and Fabens expressed the liking he had taken to the fellow, and the increased esteem he must confess for Fairbanks.
The parents of the child, and all his friends, except Mother Fabens, were forced at last to the dreadful conclusion which assured them their little fondling was no more; and their grief was deep and lasting. And Mother Fabens grieved sadly with the others; but the impression of her dream still whispered hope to her soul; and the liberation of the fawn she had never forgotten.
I seldom meet him without desiring to exclaim as Jesus did at the approach of young Nathanael 'Behold an Israelite indeed, in whom there is no guile! And then he is so industrious and regular," said Fabens warmly. "I am very glad you think and feel as you do. It is truly refreshing to witness such confidence in men.
Didn't you know, Square, that Fairbanks was gray as a wharf rat, when he let his hair alone?" said Troffater. "No, I did not. He was not gray; his hair was a glossy black," said Fabens. "Ha! ha! ha! you was greener 'n cowslops, or you'd a seen that was all dye-stuff!" said Troffater. "Why, I seen the gray roots glisten for half an inch, the fust time I seen 'im. But didn't you know 'im, Square?
Now, Miss Moon, hang your lantern in t'other tree, and I'll bring down Bruin's wife to sleep by his side, I will." "No, you've had fun enough for one night, Uncle Walt, and now let Fabens try," said Colwell. The gun was re-loaded, and soon the moonlight through the leaves betrayed the other bear; and after a little hesitation, Fabens took aim and fired.
And I told Fairbanks that George looked as though he worked hard, and wanted to be respected." "But tell me, what of his error, Mr. Frisbie? I insist upon knowing." "You shall know, Squire Fabens. I would as lief you would know as not; you will not breathe it where it can hurt Ludlow. You know we are bound to lift up the fallen not to crush them." "But he has not fallen, I hope!
His business is large already, and his collections are remarkably prompt. They seem here to like him, about as well as he likes them." "He seems to attend to his business pretty closely; I like that in him," said Fabens. "Attend to business?
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