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Well, one day I stopped at Jucklin's house to get out of the rain he hadn't been married long and soon after I went into the sitting-room, the wife began to whisper to the husband, and when she went out, which she did a moment later, Jucklin turned to me and said: 'Go up stairs, take off your britches and throw 'em down here, and I'll bring 'em back to you after a while. I was actually out at the knees, sir, and I did as he told me, and when he brought my trousers back they were neatly patched.
"And now," I added, "we go back there, not poor, but rich. There is no telling how many dollars they may give us." "Not us, Bill," the old man interposed, slowly shaking his head; "not us, but you. It's yours, all yours. You bought the land and all that's on it or under it belongs to you." "No, Mr. Jucklin, it belongs to you, to Alf and to me.
"I put gaffs on 'em early this mornin' an' kept 'em waitin' for the finish, and when it come it come soon," he said. "Mr. Jucklin, I had hoped to make myself sufficiently clear. I have come, sir, to break the engagement that was foolishly arranged by us to bind your daughter and my son."
There's a good deal of nonsense about that sort of thing. When I see him he's always sitting on his horse, cursing me. And that's not very pleasant. Go on, Bill. I have kept you too long. It's nearly night." Old man Jucklin was smartly encouraged when I told him what the ex-judge had said, and he related a number of anecdotes of the old fellow's early days on the circuit.
Away across the valley and over the hills the peeping sun was a glaring scollop when I came out to take my course through the woods toward the school. I knew that the girl stood in the door behind me. Alf and the old man were already in the field; I could hear them talking to their horses; and Mrs. Jucklin was up stairs Guinea and I were alone. I turned and looked at her and again she smiled.
"Where away?" cried Steve, with his customary impetuousness. "Don't you dare fool us, Toby Jucklin!" exclaimed Bandy-legs, menacingly; for if the truth be told, he felt a twinge of envy because it had not been his sharp eyesight that had first detected the coming of a rescue party.
Suddenly there came a shout that sent a spurt of blood to my heart "Hike, there, Sam! Hike, there, Bob hike, there!" I ran to the fence, grasped the top, drew myself up and looked over into the small inclosure; and there was old Lim Jucklin, down on his knees, beating the ground with his hat. I let myself drop and ran round the gate, opened it without noise and stepped inside.
"Then it must be Max and Owen coming back to camp from the river," Bandy-legs asserted. "Just as like as not," Steve admitted. "But what if the savage beast drops down on the shoulders of our chums?" said the other in tones that were full of horror. "C-c-come on, b-b-boys!" panted Toby. "Where to?" demanded Steve. "I'm comfortable just as I stand. What's eating you now, Toby Jucklin?"
She put down her broom upon seeing me and came forward, wiping her hands. I began to apologize for being so late. "Oh, that makes no difference," she said. "Alf told us not to wake you. I will go in and fix you something to eat." "Now, don't put yourself to any trouble, for, really, I couldn't eat a bite; I'm not very well. Where is Mr. Jucklin?" "Why, you must eat something.
Jucklin not to go after the milk, but she ran away almost with the lightness of a girl. In truth, to think of the milk made me shudder; I couldn't bear the thought of it. During the hard times at the close of the war, when I was a child, we had to drink rye coffee, and I remember that once the cows got into the rye field and gave rye milk.
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