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Updated: May 17, 2025
I'm a man of peace, as all knows in this yer city, but I'd hate to try an' shut out a blizzard in winter by stuffin' that gopher's perforated carkis under the doorjamb when I was thro' with it. I say right here we're out to save carkises I mean souls. An', say, fellers, jest think. Gettin' your souls saved for a few measly cents. Ain't that elegant?
Where horse and rider lay was a good two miles, but within seven minutes he had reached the spot. Flinging the bridle over the broncho's neck, he dismounted. As he did so, a cry broke from him. It was, as it were, an answer to the "Oh, Orlando!" which had been ringing in his ears. There, lying upon the ground beside the horse, with its broken leg caught in a gopher's hole, was Louise.
An owl flapped awkwardly above him on noiseless wings, and he tried to forecast the direction of its flight when it should encounter the cliff that reared its illuminated front a mile away. His hearing took account of a gopher's stealthy tread in the shadow of the cactus. He was intensely observant; his senses were all alert; but he saw not the coffin.
We're making north where, if he gets a notion to follow, he'll need to play the lone hand. And Steve on a lone hand can't scare me five cents. Up there I'll meet him. We won't need to live a gopher's life in a cellar. And when he comes along, if he's the guts you reckon he has, I'll meet him, and kill him as sure as Hell's waiting for him."
"Eh?" says I, gawpin', as he tosses the green bag and yellow lid onto a chair, dives into his side pocket, and proceeds to pin something on my coat lapel. "Plenty of 'em," says he. "Here, take some for your friends. How's that for a slogan, anyway? 'Go to Gopher! Good advice too. Gopher's the garden spot of the universe." "Gopher what where is it?" says I.
She's the lady Mayor out there. And if I'm any judge, with them two holdin' it down, Gopher's on the map to stay." "But think of it, Shorty!" says Sadie. "What an existence!" "There's plenty worse off than her," says I; "so what's the use?" "I can't help it," says she. "Twenty years! No holidays, no home, no relatives: nothing but sew and mend, sew and mend and for strangers, at that!
IT was a beautiful fall day 'a gopher's last look back, as we used to say of the last warm days of the late autumn. We were encamped beside a wild rice lake, where two months before we had harvested our watery fields of grain, and where we had now returned for the duck-hunting. All was well with us.
"I guess he stepped in a gopher's hole," answered her brother. "Let's look," proposed Janet. Brother and sister went to the place where Clipclap had stumbled. There they saw a little hole in the ground. It was the front, or maybe the back, door of the home of a little animal called a gopher, which burrows under the earth.
Hubbs shakes his head and starts pacin' up and down in front of the window. He hadn't done more'n three laps, though, before in blows a messenger boy and hands him a telegram. "We-e-e-yow!" yells Hubbs. "Hey, Shorty, it's come doggoned if it ain't come! Look at that!" It was a brief bulletin, but full of meat. It runs like this: Good work, Nelson. You've done it. Gopher's on the map.
"Hush!" whispered Janet. "There he is." She pointed to the gopher's hole. Teddy saw a tiny black nose and a pair of sparkling eyes as a head was thrust a little way out of the burrow. "I'll get him!" cried the little boy. With outstretched hand he made a grab toward the hole. But his fingers only grasped a lot of dirt and stones.
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