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Neither of us moved or spoke as we listened to his footsteps on the gravel path that went down to the road and to the sound of his buggy as he drove away. Then Uncle Peabody broke the silence by saying: "He's the dam'dest " He stopped, set the half-splintered stick aside, closed his jackknife and went to the water-pail to cool his emotions with a drink.
There was that everlasting poet in the skiff you remember we'd been towing it astern and he was jest cutting the painter with his jackknife. Next minute he'd picked up the oars and was heading for the wharf, doubling up and stretching out like a frog swimming, and with his curls streaming in the wind like a rooster's tail in a hurricane.
But who would look for the box out here?" "Perhaps some wild animal carried it off." "That may be." Joe had the box cleaned off by this time. It was still hot at one end and smoking. He tried to pull it open, but found it locked. "The contents will burn up before I can open it!" cried Joe. He did not know what to do, and in desperation began to pry at the box with his stick and his jackknife.
And General Antenna caused the news of the victory to be carried throughout Pleasant Valley. But when he heard it, after he reached home, Daddy Longlegs laughed merrily. "Why, they never touched me!" he exclaimed. JOHNNIE GREEN couldn't find his new jackknife anywhere.
And Johnnie Green never guessed that his finding his jackknife was nothing but an accident. Daddy had never even seen it. And if he had, he wouldn't have known what it was. But after that Johnnie was more convinced than ever that Daddy Longlegs had a strange power. IT was after his adventure with Johnnie Green that Daddy Longlegs' neighbors first noticed something queer about him.
"If we only had a piece of string you could mend the harness so we could get to the miller's, at least." Johnnie felt in all his pockets. And probably that was the first time he had ever found himself without plenty of string. There were enough other things in his pockets a jackknife and nails, an apple and a lump of maple sugar, an old broken watch and a willow whistle.
Opening the jackknife he cut from one of the skins a large circular piece, and at regular intervals near the edge of this made small slits. Then from the edge of a skin he cut a long, narrow thong, and proceeded to thread it through the slits. This done he tightened the thong, puckering the edge of the circular piece of skin until it assumed the form of a shallow bowl perhaps fifteen inches wide.
The one man who did most to create the switchboard, who has been its devotee for more than thirty years, is a certain modest and little known inventor, still alive and busy, named Charles E. Scribner. Of the nine thousand switchboard patents, Scribner holds six hundred or more. Ever since 1878, when he devised the first "jackknife switch," Scribner has been the wizard of the switchboard.
At a very early hour, considering the lateness of the evening meal, Reade, with his knack in woodwork, and with no other tool than his jackknife, had fashioned the stocks for two "rifles." These Hazelton carefully treated with mud from the lake so as to give them a dark color.
He is seated on a low rocking-chair, with his legs resting on the back of another chair. He holds a wooden stick, which he is whittling with a jackknife. "You here behold a specimen of our irrepressible, indomitable native Yankee, who has been everywhere, seen everything and knows everything.
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