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The Hutchinsons were on the point of sailing for England steerage on the steamship Transatlantic, and Tembarom was secretly torn into fragments, though he had done well with the page and he was daring to believe that at the end of the month Galton would tell him he had "made good" and the work would continue indefinitely.
'There are the Hutchinsons, cried the lad. 'The Rainers, responded I, glad to remember enough of my ancient Latin to know that Rana, or some such sounding word, stood for frog. But it was a 'band of music, as the Miller friends say. I have wondered if the little reptiles were singing in concert, or whether every one peeped on his own hook, their neighbor hood only making it a chorus.
"I wish her profile were not so perfect, or her eyes were shallower. How can I hurt such a lovely thing?" "Are the ten Hutchinsons all right?" Eleanor was asking. "The ten Hutchinsons are very much all right. They like me better now that I have grown a nice hard Hutchinson shell that doesn't show my feelings through. Haven't you noticed how much more like other people I've grown, Eleanor?"
McClellan was in command of the Army of the Potomac Maj. Marcy was his chief of staff. One of the original Hutchinsons is still living, as indicated by the following dispatch, published since the above was written: "Chicago, Ill., Jan. 4, 1902.
When I wanted his leave to publish that sonnet, in an account of "Frolics with the Hutchinsons," it was necessary to hunt him up, from public-house to public-house, early in the morning.
Those first Colonists lived practically communal lives, as pioneers usually do. In their labors they worked together and for one another. If a house was to be built, there was a "bee" and everybody got busy. When a shipload of emigrants arrived, the entire town welcomed them at the waterside. The Hutchinsons were especially welcome, coming as the near and dear personal friends of John Cotton. Mrs.
Half the persistent opposition of the brace of Adamses to British legislation was inspired by the commanding position of a few families in Boston the Hutchinsons and Olivers, who "will rule and overbear in all things." As a youngster John Adams had confided to his Diary: "I will not ... confine myself to a chamber for nothing. I'll have some boon in return, exchange: fame, fortune, or something."
For five long hours of that hot midsummer day, that crowded audience listened earnestly to woman's demand for equality of rights before the law. When the meeting at last adjourned, the Hutchinsons singing, "A Hundred Years Hence," it was slowly and reluctantly that the great audience left the house.
One evening as he was walking down Broadway with an acquaintance, Edward Hastings, who was employed in a counting-room near him, they paused before a transparency in front of a hall brilliantly lighted. "The Hutchinsons are going to sing to-night, Paul," said Hastings. "Did you ever hear them?" "No; but I have often wished to." "Then suppose we go in." "No, I believe not." "Why not. Paul?
This was a novel order of madness to reveal itself in the recent inheritor of a great fortune. Tembarom's appeal grew franker; it took on the note of a too crude young fellow's misplaced confidence. "You do this for me," he said. "I'd give a farm to go on that boat. The Hutchinsons are sailing on it Mr. and Miss Hutchinson, the ones you saw at the house last night."
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