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"You friendship too smart for me, Missa Gladding, and s'pose I break my neck in de fall, what you friendship good for den?"
"You would make a fine appearance in a justice court," said her brother "No, I will see you home, and afterwards join Pownal." But an occurrence now happened which made any such arrangement unnecessary. Tom Gladding, who all this while had been quietly whittling out his chain and listening to the conversation, here interposed: "Basset," he said, "you hain't showed your warrant."
"What do you mean, sir?" demanded Mr. Gladding. "Where are Marie and Louise?" murmured Mr. Hamshaw. Just then a trim maid appeared in the doorway white-capped and aproned. "Did you ring, Ma'am? Good Heavens!" It was Marie! Mr. Hamshaw fainted without more ado, and the apartment was in an uproar. Everybody thought he was dead, and the Misses Frost promptly duplicated his swooning act. When Mr.
Gladding emigrated to the West, where his stout arm and keen axe did himself and the State good service. After making a fabulous number of "claims," and as many "trades," he found himself, at middle age, the master of a thousand acres of cleared land, with a proper proportion of timber; his log-cabin converted into a brick house, and sons and daughters around him.
Shrugging himself together to keep warm, and lifting up his voice from time to time in a shout, if, perchance, some casual wayfarer might catch the sound, the constable waited for deliverance. Meanwhile, Gladding, for it was no other, who personated the Solitary, and the General were cozily seated by the fire in the hut of the latter, discussing the events of the evening.
Robert Pike said such testimony ought not to hang a cat, the widow being little more than a fool; and as for the fellow Gladding, he was no doubt in his cups, for he had often seen him in such a plight that he could not have told Goody Morse from the Queen of Sheba. June 8.
There he found Gladding preparing to push off, and scrambling in, they had just succeeded in getting her afloat, when Basset, without his hat flung himself, in the extremity of his terror, headlong in, pitching Primus down upon the bottom, breaking his wooden leg, and capsizing Tom into the water.
At most, the word can in its present application, be considered only as an intensitive, or the like. The fact is, may it please the court, it is but a strong form of expression, and means no more nor less than very, and I should be willing to leave it to the good sense of those who hear me, as to a jury, to say if my construction is not correct." Here Tom Gladding nodded his head at Tippit. "Mr.
Davenport here protested, he had said no such thing, and that it was a shame he should be abused by a scurrilous fellow, in such a manner. "What's that you say?" said Gladding, stepping up to Davenport; "I'm no more squirrilous, than you are yourself; though, for that matter, there ain't a squirrel on a walnut tree, but would be ashamed to be seen in your company, squirrilous fellow, eh!"
Squire Miller, as one in authority, and who might be called to adjudicate upon the case, and for other reasons of his own, was not disposed to commit himself, he, therefore, cautiously replied, more Novo Anglicano, by asking another question, "Were you there, Mr. Gladding?" "No," said Tom, laughing; "the old folks used to make me go so regular, when I was a boy, I guess I've done my part.
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