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It didn't lead anywhere at all. Then, all of a sudden, a cold feeling came over me and my fingers just loosened and I dropped the lantern. It sort of scared me when I heard the glass crash on the ground. For about half a minute I couldn't budge; I just couldn't go out and tell Westy and Uncle Jeb that it was all up with Bert Winton I just couldn't do it.
We'll be cutting from the airplane in a moment now. Listen, were you able to find out who either of General McCord's glider pilots are?" "Yeah," Freddy told him. "Both are captains. One named Bob Flaubert and the other Jimmy Hideka." "Bob Flaubert?" Jeb growled. "He's an artilleryman. We've been in the dill together half a dozen times."
He was one of the three million people of good Anglo-Saxon stock who had been stranded in the highlands when the Cumberland Mountains dammed the stream of humanity that swept westward through the level wilderness. Development had been arrested so long in Jeb and his ancestors that the outside world, its interests and its mode of living, was a matter of supreme and profound indifference.
Jeb could never have stood the strain of making love, had not Sary met him more than half-way." That evening when John and Anne were talking confidentially about the future, John said: "Mother, I haven't a ring for Anne and I want her to have it before she goes to New York, so I propose going to Denver and buy it for her before I go back to work." "And I thought, Mrs.
"Thar will be considerable stirring round, I'll allow," was the reflective answer. "I was thinking of getting Billy Benson to lend a hand, but if you'd like the job of sort of second mate " "I would," said Dan. "What is a second mate's work?" "Obeying orders," answered Captain Jeb, briefly. "That's dead easy," said Dan, with a grin. "Oh, is it?" was the grim rejoinder.
"It's mine," said The Oskaloosa Kid, "and I want to buy some eggs and milk and ham and bacon and flour and onions and sugar and cream and strawberries and tea and coffee and a frying pan and a little oil stove, if you have one to spare, and " Jeb Case's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "You're in the wrong pasture, bub," he remarked feelingly. "What yer lookin' fer is Sears, Roebuck & Company."
It seemed to them both that they had lived almost all their lives in war. Even Jeb Stuart's ball, stopped by the opening guns of a great battle, was far, far away, and to Harry, it was at least a century since he had closed his Tacitus in the Pendleton Academy, and put it away in his desk.
So when Mass in the pretty little church was over, and Brother Bart, glad to be back under his well-loved altar light, lingered at his prayers, the boys, who had learned from Captain Jeb that they had a couple of hours still on their hands, proceeded to explore the quaint old town, with its steep, narrow streets, where no traffic policemen were needed; for neither street cars nor automobiles were allowed to intrude.
The President called for five hundred thousand men this time. The joy and glory of war had gone. But war remained. War grim, gaunt, stark, hideous as remorseless as death. In a foliage-embowered house on a hill near Washington Colonel Jeb Stuart, Commander of the Confederate Cavalry, had made his headquarters. Neighing horses were hitched to the swaying limbs.
Do you remember that woodchuck skin you gave Roy? It's hanging up there in the Silver Fox's cabin now." "What's the matter with your hand?" Uncle Jeb inquired. "It's just blistered and it tingles," Tom said. "It's from holding the axe." While they were having supper in Uncle Jeb's cabin, Tom hauled out of his trousers pocket a couple of very much folded and gather crumbled pieces of paper.
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