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He tried to be in the open air, and get the good of it; but his strength for walking had failed him, and he kept mostly to the paths broken around the house. He went a good deal to the barn with Whitwell and Jombateeste to look after the cattle and the horses, whose subdued stamping and champing gave him a sort of animal pleasure.
He went out into the ell, and Westover heard him raising a window. He came back and asked, "That do? It 'll get around in here directly," and Westover had to profess relief. Jackson came in presently with the little Canuck, whom Whitwell presented to Westover: "Know Jombateeste?"
But somehow he knows they do; and his knowledge comes from somewhere else; it's inspired " "That's w'at I say," Jombateeste hastened to interpose. "Got it from the 'Ebrew. Feel it in 'is bone." Out under the stars Jackson and Westover silently mounted the hill-side together. At one of the thank-you-marms in the road the sick man stopped, like a weary horse, to breathe.
Why not go altogether?" The little Canuck paused, as if uncertain whether he was made the object of unfriendly derision or not, and looked at Westover for help. Apparently he decided to chance it in as bitter an answer as he could invent. "The 'oss can't 'elp 'imself, Mr. Durgin. 'E stay. But you don' hown EVERYBODY." "That's so, Jombateeste," said Jeff. "That's a good hit.
"Here, now," he shouted to Jackson, "you just let this feller and plantchette fight it out together!" "What's the matter with plantchette?" said Jeff, before he said to his brother, "Hello, Jackson!" and to the Canuck, "Hello, Jombateeste!" He shook hands conventionally with them both, and then with the painter, whom he greeted with greater interest. "Glad to see you here, Mr. Westover.
He glared down into his enemy's face, and suddenly it looked pitifully little and weak, like a girl's face, a child's. Sometimes, afterward, it seemed to him that he forbore because at that instant he saw Jombateeste appear at the edge of the clearing and come running upon them.
Jombateeste felt in one pocket after another, while Cynthia clung to the colt's bridle, and he was uncertain till the last whether he had any letter for her. When it appeared she made a flying snatch at it and ran; and the comedy was over, to be repeated in some form the next week. The girl somehow always possessed herself of what was in her letters before she reached the room where Mrs.
It makes me feel awfully. Have a cigar?" The Canuck declined with a dignified bow, and Jeff said: "You don't smoke any more? Oh, I see! It's my tobacco you're down on. What's the matter, Jombateeste? What are you going away for?" Jeff lighted for himself the cigar the Canuck had refused, and smoked down upon the little man. "Mr. W'itwell goin'," Jombateeste said, a little confused and daunted.
He was in a very lenient mood toward every one, and he went so far in thought toward forgiving his enemies that he was willing at least to pardon all those whom he had injured. A little rustling in the underbrush across the clearing caught his quick ear, and he looked up to see Jombateeste parting the boughs of the young pines on its edge and advancing into the open with a gun on his shoulder.
Frank wouldn't want to." "Who'd you like?" "Well Jombateeste." "Ask him." Whitwell called to the Canuck, and he came forward to the edge of the mow, and stood, fork in hand, looking down. "Want to stay here this winter and look after the horses, Jombateeste?" Whitwell asked. "Nosseh!" said the Canuck, with a misliking eye on Jeff. "I mean, along with me," Whitwell explained.
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