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"Ham's found something to shoot at!" cried one of the other boys. They all held back, to give their leader a chance to show his ability. Snap and his chums watched curiously. "I don't see anything " began Giant, and then he burst into a laugh. "It's a skunk!" "A skunk?" repeated Shep. "If that's so, Ham had better give it a wide berth." It was indeed a skunk, dark in color and with a bushy tail.
Dar he go, Turn 'roun' and go back de same way he come. "We could see some indications that Ham's story might be true, but not enough to be very satisfactory. However, we went along. When we arrived at the farm and found Joseph Dent we had Ham relate his experience. Joseph Dent said to come in the house.
Henry, who had remained with him all this time, now brought him home, with old Ham's assistance. Henry had kept me posted by letter, and it was very hard at times to explain his absence. But when he reached home, and the truth was revealed to my good wife, she was almost frantic, and was unable to sit up. She talked continually of her dear son, and was haunted day and night by her dream.
His farm is bigger than ours, all round; but it's too big for its fences, just as I'm too big for my clothes. Ham's house is three times as large as ours, but it looks as if it had grown too fast. It hasn't any paint to speak of, nor any blinds. It looks as if somebody'd just built it there, and then forgot it, and gone oft and left it out of doors."
As they came nearer, a second one, perhaps his mate, joined him on the limb and seconded everything he had to say. The barrel of Ham's gun was making strange movements in the air. "Hey, there, sit still, you jumping jack," called Ham. The squirrels sat up and listened to his voice in such a way that it appeared they perfectly understood the order to sit still.
Then Ham was placed "on the gridiron," and slowly broiled by Squire Pollard, the lawyer who managed my case. He was asked where he spent the evening, what time he got home, when he had sorted the mail; and before he was "done," he became considerably "mixed." But Ham's time had not come yet, and he was permitted to step down.
From a place by the window her mother looked up from her chair where she sat incessantly rocking. She held in her lap an old blank book and her expression was vacant. "I've just been reading Ham's diary," she querulously announced. Mary shuddered.
"Such warm, nice weather as this is," he remonstrated; "and there isn't any wind to speak of." "There's too much of it coming," was Ham's response; and there was no help for it after that, not even when the mail brought word from "Aunt Maria" that both of her dear boys would arrive in a day or two. "Our last chance is gone, Annie," said Ford, when the news came.
But blood is a strange thing; and Ham's children will show luxurious and aesthetic tastes, take them where you will. "Chillen, I hope you's enjoyed your supper," Maria said, when the last lingering drops had been secured, and mugs and glasses were coming back to the kitchen table. Words and smiles answered her. "We's had a splendid time, aunt Maria," said one young man as he set down his glass.
Willis was behind him, ready to lend a hand whenever he tripped on treacherously-covered poles or slipped from the trail into the icy stream. At last the little belt of thick timber was reached, and Ham's heart rejoiced, for he knew the cabin was on the other side of it.
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