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"I'll give you ten dollars when we get to Placerville. Now we ARE going!" They were indeed, and at a terrible speed. Crack, crack! went the whip, and again "that voice" split the air. "Git up! Hi yi! G'long! Yip yip!" And on they tore over stones and ruts, up hill and down, at a rate of speed never before achieved by stage horses. Mr.
"G'long, Smiler," the driver said, and the horse went forward. The man leaned forward and raised his lamp to Jack's face. "I thawt 'twasn't Jim Brown's voice. Who be'st thou?" "Jack Simpson; I live along wi' Bill Haden." "Ay, ay, I know'st, I knew thy father, a good sort he was too. Be'st thy first day doon the pit?" "Ay," Jack said. "Foind it dark and lonesome, eh? Thou'lt get used to it soon."
Then he looked out of the mud-spattered window of the buggy, at a house by the roadside "The Stuffed Animal House," Old Chester children called it, because its previous owner had been a taxidermist of some little local renown. "That's another visit I ought to make," he reflected, "but it can wait until next week. G'long, Goliath!" Goliath went along, and Mrs.
G'long! ye old fool! Git up! ye old skate!" His unbaffled monotone grew gradually faint in the distance. "Roads be all porridge up there a piece, I reckon," chuckled Captain Pharo; "but as long as Crooked River runs, I don't calk'late to lose no bet. Poo! poo!"
Terriberry speared a bit of pineapple with the long nail of his forefinger and added ambiguously: "M'bet you." "Aw, g'long! Food for infants, this wish I had a barrel of it." "Doc, you got a nawful capac'ty." Mr. Terriberry looked at her in languishing admiration. "That's why I like you. Honest t'God I hate to see a lady go under the table firs' shot out o' the box.
"It is coming!" cried Donald, as he took the reins to move to another cock. "G'long!" All was hurry and excitement. Mrs. Leonard and Jane appeared on the scene with rakes in hand. Barri bounded from horse to horse as if that was some help. Suddenly it grew darker. The leaves began to quiver. A curious light crept over the fields. "There is the wind," shouted Frank.
"Put him in his stall," mumbled Pitkin. "To-morrow I'll see if I can get rid of him." It is a very stupid race horse which does not know its own stall. The stable hand released his hold on the halter and slapped the colt's flank. "G'long with yo'!" said he.
The carefully-baited hooks were thrown out again, and before the bait had sunk a couple of feet it was once more seized. "Sha'n't starve here, my lad!" said Small gleefully. "Not if we can catch the fish," said Mark, whose fingers were burning with the friction of the line. "I say, Small, is it a crocodile?" "G'long with you! Crocodile! no; it's not a very big one."
Good enough! then we'll get under way." He flapped the reins and added, "G'long, Julius Caesar!" The horse, a sturdy, sedate beast to whom all names seemed to be alike, picked up his feet and pounded them down again. Showers of spray flew about the heads of the pair on the seat. "I ain't so sure about that duckin'," commented the rescuer. "Hum!
"Humph! g'long, gal; 'tain't in de name; de biggest devil I evah knowed was named Moses Aaron. 'Tain't in de name, hit's all in de man hisse'f." But notwithstanding what the gossips said of him, Gideon went on his way, and knew not that the one great power of earth had taken hold of him until they gave the great party down in the quarters, and he saw Martha in all her glory.
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