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It was William Bacon; mebbe some o' you fellers want to tell him he lies." He finished his speech without any marked interruption, and was roundly congratulated by the farmers. On the way back to Rock River, however, he seemed very much depressed, while Milton exulted over it all. "Gosh! I wish I had your muscle, old man! I ain't worth a cent in things like that. Cæsar!
"Couldn't you find anything better to do in the middle of the season? Say, on the square, girlie, I'm dead sorry. Hard luck, by gosh! Young T. A. himself went out with a line in your territory, didn't he? I didn't think that guy had it in him, darned if I did." "It was sweet of you to send all those violets, Mr. Meyers.
"I want about a hunderd feet graded along here," he said, "to lay rails on." "Rails!... Gosh! Scattergood, you hain't thinkin' of buildin' a railroad, be you?" "Shucks!" said Scattergood. "I jest got a half dozen rails comin', and I figgered I'd like to see how they'd look all laid down on the spot. Give folks an idee how a railroad 'u'd look if there was one."
Gold is 'bout as unsart'in an' queer as women. When you think you've got it shore, gosh, it ain't thar at all! But, I reckon you're right 'bout th' pans an' pails; an' I shore hopes you're right 'bout th' wagon loads of gold." After supper that night Mr. and Mrs. Dickson came over and joined the circle around the big camp-fire that Thure and Bud had kindled in front of the log house.
"Chance was, that that Bug-eye you knocked out the other day is a pertic'lar friend of the skipper's. But gosh! you're some boy with your mits." Drew might again have tried to find out from this fellow about the girl, but he shrank from making her the subject of any general inquiry or discussion. To him she was something to be kept sacred.
''Ere's the price of eight years sweatin', and God bless you, old lady!" He blinked rapidly, for his eyes were wet. "What do you think of that for a surprise?" "Capital!" agreed Miss Gregory. "Are you going down the Coast by the boat to-morrow?" "That's it," he cried. "I'm going second-class, like a gentleman. Home, by gosh!"
"Law," said Stephen. "Gosh!" exclaimed Mr. Hopper, "I want to know." In reality he was a bit chagrined, having pictured with some pleasure the Boston aristocrat going from store to store for a situation. "You didn't come here figurin' on makin' a pile, I guess." "A what?" "A pile." Stephen looked down and over Mr. Hopper attentively.
"'Ain't got room fer one under his yaller thatch. You wait till you set your lamps on him once before you go to gettin' excited. Why, he ain't one-two-three with our missionary! Gosh! I wish he'd come back an' see to such goin's-on I certainly do." "Was you figgerin' to go to that gatherin' Sunday?" "I sure was," said Jasper.
They bolted for the door and dashed into the kitchen just as the deluge came. Phineas Striker, leaning his weight against the door, closed it and dropped the bolt. "Whew! She's a reg'lar harricane, that's what she is. Mighty suddent, too. Been holdin' back fer ten minutes, an' now she lets loose with all she's got. Gosh! Jest listen to her!"
"Yes, I did," she said; "but I'm sorry now." "I should think you would be," said Bob; "Sutton's a silly, pompous old fool. I had to sit through dinner with him. I believe I could represent the district better myself." "By gosh!" exploded Mr. Dodd, "I believe you could!" But Bob paid no attention to him. He was looking at Cynthia. "Cynthia, you've grown up since I saw you," he said.
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