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I scrambled along on all fours through the bushes, and I hear them coming. There must have been a lot of them. You could hear the rustling on all sides, the devils like a moose around the tar works. I lay in the bushes. They passed by me. Then I rose and off I went; and for two nights and a whole day I walked without stopping. My feet'll ache for a week." He was evidently satisfied with himself.
Only the poorest ones, who have to look twice at every cent, feed in the restaurant as a reg'lar thing; or the weak ones, who're so dead tired they can't bear to take a nextra step. And oh, by the way, talkin' o' that, you'll need foot powder. Your first week your feet'll hurt that bad you'll be ready to bawl.
My feet'll get cold if I stay here any longer." "We'll smoke some," Kit grinned at him. "And you'll sure earn your name," was the rejoinder. Shorty turned to their employers. "Comin'?" he queried. Perhaps the roar of the water prevented them from hearing the invitation. Shorty and Kit tramped back through a foot of snow to the head of the rapids and cast off the boat.
"Weel, did you ever?" said Mistress Kenawee, haudin' up her hands. "No!" said Sandy, turnin' to her gey ill-natured like. "Did you?" "That's a type o' what ye ca' your men," says Mysie. "Weel, weel; they're scarce o' cloots that mend their hose wi' dockens." "Bliss my hert, Sandy, she'll be awa' wi' the till atore ye get back," I said. "Rin awa' yont as fest as your feet'll cairry ye."
"We're going to tie you to that there limb so yore feet'll swing above the grass, that's what we're going to do." Bill and Jed had their hands full for a moment and as they finally mastered the puncher, Charley came up with a rope. "Hurry up no use dragging it out this way. I want to get back to the ranch some time before next week." "Why I ain't no hoss-thief, you liar!" Hopalong yelled.
My feet'll get cold if I stay here any longer." "We'll smoke some," Kit grinned at him. "And you'll sure earn your name," was the rejoinder. Shorty turned to their employers. "Comin'?" he queried. Perhaps the roar of the water prevented them from hearing the invitation. Shorty and Kit tramped back through a foot of snow to the head of the rapids and cast off the boat.
There were bad knees and ankles and shoulders galore. He began at the soles of the feet and went up to the crown of the head. "Take off those shoes, Kincaid," he commanded. "The soles are worn so thin that you can't help feeling the cleats through them. Before you know it, your feet'll be so bruised that you'll be wanting a crutch."
"Oh ah!" he exclaimed as he caught at a rod just in time to escape being hurled away. "Got to be careful," he told himself, "awful careful! Have to hold on with one hand while I work with the other. Feet'll help too." When the plane had settled again, he loosened the last strap, then began with the utmost caution to drag himself to the surface of the plane above him.
Now trot along to your uncle, Sarah Mary Williams George Elexander Peters, and if you get into trouble you send word to Mrs. Judith Loftus, which is me, and I'll do what I can to get you out of it. Keep the river road all the way, and next time you tramp take shoes and socks with you. The river road's a rocky one, and your feet'll be in a condition when you get to Goshen, I reckon."
My feet'll drop off soon I 'specs." "Will they, really, Dinah?" asked Freddie. "And can we watch 'em fall?" "Bress yo' hearts, honeys!" exclaimed the colored cook, "I didn't mean it jest dat way. But suffin's suah gwine t' happen I feels it in mah bones!" And something was to happen, though not exactly what Dinah expected. Finally all was in readiness for the guests.
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