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Updated: June 19, 2025
You couldn't tell to save you whether the little one was pulling the big one or the big one shoving the little never saw a relief train start out in such shape in my life." Gunderson was evidently enthusiastic over the marriage of his little girl.
He had only one arm and one leg, the other members having been lost when his sourdough barrel blew up. Sam officiated at Tadpole River headquarters, the winter Shot Gunderson took charge. After all others had failed at Big Onion camp, Paul hired his cousin Big Joe who came from three weeks below Quebec. This boy sure put a mean scald on the chuck.
If they move it's because they are "took" you never heard of a pioneer fool. One of the strongest characters I ever knew was a runner out there by the name of Gunderson Oscar Gunderson. He was of Swedish parentage, very light-complexioned, very large, and a splendid mechanic, as Swedes are apt to be when they try.
"Oh, yes, old man, I forgot, the story; well, get on the next pit here," motioning to a seat next to him, "and I'll give you the history of an old, hook-motion, name of Oscar Gunderson, and a trim, Class "G" made of solid silver, from pilot to draft-gear. "You think I'm a Swede; well, I ain't, I don't know what I am, but I guess I come nearer to being a Chinaman than anything else.
That is the reason he is going to run an engine again. He does not know that I am aware of this, so don't mention it to him." "Gun is a man," said I; "a great, big-hearted, true man." "He is a nobleman!" said the nun, arising and going back into the state-room. Half an hour later, Gunderson came back, took a seat beside me and commenced to talk.
We were what the politicians call "on top," a week before election, save in that same Ninth Ward. I had seen old Gunderson myself. He was not what we call affable. I had to wander through many offices, and finally to send in my card. I found this burly man in his private room, looking over papers on his desk. He did not look up as I came in. I took a seat, unasked, and waited.
Six-foot-four, if an inch; high cheek bones; yellow beard; clear, blue eyes; white skin, and a hand about the size of a Cincinnati ham. I knew that face despite twelve years of turkey-tracks about the eyes. "Gunderson, old man, how are you?" I said, offering my fin. "Well, John Alexander, how in the name of thunder did you get away out here on the main stem, without orders?"
But for this weak point we would have felt assured at any time. With the Ninth Ward eliminated we could control the district barely. With the Ninth Ward for us it would be a walk-over. But the ward belonged to Gunderson. Gunderson employed three thousand men.
Gunderson was of this type. She hungered for social status, but knew not how to attain it. To her burly husband's credit, he wished, above all things, to gratify his wife's ambition, but he was as ignorant as she regarding ways and means. He had learned that there was a limit even to the power of money. Jean had met Mrs.
After a hearty breakfast and a good cigar, Gunderson squared himself for the story. He shut his eyes for a few minutes, as if to recall something, and then, speaking as if to himself, he said: "Well, sir, there wasn't a simmer anywhere, dampers all shut; you wouldn't'a suspected they was up to the popping point, but the minute they got their orders, and the con. put up his hand, so, up went "
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