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There were others, which made incessant mention of "Jordan's banks," and "Canaan's fields," and the "New Jerusalem;" for the negro mind, impassioned and imaginative, always attaches itself to hymns and expressions of a vivid and pictorial nature; and, as they sung, some laughed, and some cried, and some clapped hands, or shook hands rejoicingly with each other, as if they had fairly gained the other side of the river.
One day, while shopping at Jordan's mammoth cash store, her ear had caught the repeated clink of metal, and turning her head, she stood on the stairs, thunderstruck. She saw a square room lit with electric bulbs in broad daylight.
Did you ever hear her sing?" "I should say I had," I answered. The whining strains of "Jordan's Strand" came wandering out of the past, out of the kitchen, joining with the sizzle of the cooking and the clatter of the pans. "I should say I had," I said again. "She must be a splendid singer," John Shadrack's widow exclaimed with much enthusiasm.
"It wasn't Jordan's week on night-guard." There was silence for a moment, and then Hulton asked: "Where did you meet the man you thought was Jordan? Did he answer you?" "He was going along the ground-floor passage in front of me, and the only light was in the pay-office at the end.
For the first time it occurred to her that the Providence she had served had not used her honourably in return. "Even Abner al'ays thought that Mary Hilliard was the prettiest," she added, after a minute. As she crossed the lawn at Jordan's Journey, Uncle Abednego, the butler, appeared at the back door, and detained her with an excited wave of the hand.
In the effort to shake off the depression this loneliness had brought on his spirits, he turned to an ancient countryman, wearing overalls of blue jeans, who dozed comfortably on the circular bench beneath the mulberry tree. "Is there a nearer way to Jordan's Journey, or must I follow the turnpike?" he asked. "Hey? Young Adam, are you thar, suh?"
Jordan's redemption had materially made of that lady, giving her, though the years and the struggles had naturally not straightened a feature, an almost super-eminent air. There were women in and out of Cocker's who were quite nice and who yet didn't look well; whereas Mrs. Jordan looked well and yet, with her extraordinarily protrusive teeth, was by no means quite nice.
"It would be better, I imagine, if you let harems alone and devoted your attention to lonely and inoffensive-looking seals," was what she said. "I think I have read something about them. Dr. Jordan's book, I believe. They are the young bulls, not old enough to have harems of their own. He called them the holluschickie, or something like that. It seems to me if we find where they haul out "
The doctor was called. He examined the arm, then tested the man's temperature, and finally said: "The wound is nothing in itself. Under normal conditions it would heal in a fortnight, but Mr. Jordan's system is run down. He has a low fever on him now, and needs immediate treatment and careful nursing." This was a new situation, and one that troubled Sedgwick exceedingly.
"I was so frightened when I found you gone." "Gone? Why, I haven't been in, yet. You went to bed so early, Hope! It's only about half-past ten. I've been walking the deck it's a lovely night, as soft and warm as can be." "With Dwight?" asked Hope languidly, for in Martha Jordan's practised hands she was growing warm and drowsy again. "N-no, not Dwight," answered Faith hesitantly.
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