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I selected four good soldiers, with Aaron, Colonel Mason's black servant, and a good outfit of horses and pack-mules, we started by the usually traveled route for Yerba Buena. There Captain Fulsom and two citizens joined our party. The first difficulty was to cross the bay to Saucelito.
At seven o'clock the fair was in full swing, as far as the wares and saleswomen were concerned. At the flower-booth were four pretty girls: Fanny Dodge, Ellen Dix, Joyce Fulsom and Ethel Mixter. Each stood looking out of her frame of green, and beamed with happiness in her own youth and beauty. They did not, could not share the anxiety of the older women.
May 8th. Captain Fulsom called at Sweeting's to-day. He had seen a man this morning who reported that he had just come from a river called the American Fork, about one hundred miles in the interior, where he had been gold-washing. Captain Fulsom saw the gold he had with him; it was about twenty-three ounces weight, and in small flakes.
"Now they can only think me eccentric, foolishly extravagant, lavishly generous when I am trying I didn't dare to ask Deacon Whittle or Judge Fulsom for a list of the creditors, so I paid a large sum far more than they would have asked for the house. And since then I have bought the old bank building. I should like to make a library there." "Yes, I know," he said huskily.
And all the while she was talking to the women who crowded about her. "Yes; we are getting nicely settled, thank you, Mrs. Fulsom all but the attic. Oh, how'd you do, Judge Fulsom?" The big man wiped the perspiration from his bald forehead. "Just been fetchin' in th' ice cream freezers," he said, with his booming chuckle.
"You must have known something about her, Phoebe," put in Mrs. Fulsom. "I don't care what anybody says to the contrary, there's something queer in a young girl, like her, coming to a strange place, like Brookville, and doing all the things she's done. It ain't natural: and that's what I told the Judge when he was considering the new waterworks.
Up to the moment when Wesley she couldn't help calling him Wesley still had left her, on pretense of fetching a chair, she had instantly divined that it was a pretense, and of course he had not returned. Her cheeks tingled hotly as she recalled the way in which Joyce Fulsom had remarked the plate of melting ice cream on the top shelf of Mrs. Black's what-not: "I guess Mr.
At the same moment Judge Fulsom made his appearance, elbowing his smiling way through the crowd, a brimming saucer of vari-colored ice cream in each hand. "Here we are!" he announced cheerfully. "Had to get a habeas corpus on this ice cream, though. Why, what's become of Miss Orr? Gone with a handsomer man eh?" He stared humorously at the minister. "Twa'n't you, dominie; seen' you're here.
"I'd sort of forgot how it did look when the Boltons was livin' here. But speaking of furniture; I see Mrs. Judge Fulsom let you have the old sofa. I remember she got it at the auction; she's kept it in her parlor ever since." "Yes," said Lydia. "I was only too happy to give a hundred dollars for the sofa. It has been excellently preserved." "A hundred dollars!" echoed Mrs. Dix. "Well!" Mrs.
Dalton commanded the gentleman to surrender, but persons of his cloth seldom parting with their money so peaceably, there happened a skirmish, in which Fulsom knocked him down, and afterwards they rifled him, taking some silver and a leaden shilling out of his pocket, together with a pocket book, which had some bank notes in it, and therefore was burnt by them for fear it should betray them.
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