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"She she's to have your berth, George," continued the skipper, without looking at him. "You can have that nice, large, airy locker." "One what the biscuit and onions kep' in?" inquired George. The skipper nodded. "I think, if it's all the same to you," said the mate, with laboured politeness, "I'll wait till the butter keg's empty, and crowd into that."
He, Keg's father, had received his board and room for milking cows and doing chores, and he had sometimes earned as much as three dollars a week after school hours and before breakfast sawing cordwood at seventy-five cents a cord. It was healthful and classic. He would send his old saw by express.
While Cameron was engaged in carrying out these orders Little Thunder and the trader were busy roping boxes and kegs into pack loads with a skill and dexterity that could only be the result of long practice. "Now, then, Cameron, we'll load some of this molasses on your pony." So saying, Raven picked up one of the kegs. "Hello, Little Thunder, this keg's leaking.
He was to remember above all things that though it was a disgrace to waste a minute of the precious college years it was equally a disgrace to go through college without being self-supporting. He should by all means learn to milk at once. He, Keg's father, had been valet to a couple of very fine Holstein cows while he was in college, and he attributed much of his success to this fact.
Come, Tom, the keg's too heavy for the boy. I must fetch it myself, and you must guard the bridge while I do it." He went out quickly as he spoke, followed by Tom and Tolly. It was a bright moonlight night, and the forks of the little stream glittered like two lines of silver, at the bottom of their rugged bed on either side of the hut. The plank-bridge had been drawn up on the bank.
But the brandy keg's heavy, an' to say truth, I'm not much inclined for it. I never wos fond o' fire-water." "If you'd allow me, friends, to suggest," said Bertram, whose experience among trappers in other regions had convinced him that spirits was a most undesirable commodity, "I would recommend that you should throw this brandy away. I never saw good come of it.
Rearick came down, too, and on this account we didn't see quite as much of Keg as we had hoped to. The girl in chiffon didn't, either, but that's neither here nor there. She was only a passing fancy, anyway. By successive degrees Keg's father viewed the rest of us with disapproval, suspicion, tolerance, benevolence, interest and friendliness. But I am convinced that it was only on Keg's account.
He would of course pay Keg's expenses while he had to, but he would hold it to his discredit. He must at once begin to find work. This last command impressed Keg deeply, for he had been sailing along with us without a cent.
Keg's spirits were down about two notches below the absolute zero. If this was college life, he said, would somebody kindly take a pair of forceps and remove it. It ached. The upshot was we made Keg steward of the frat-house table, which paid his board and room and moved him into the chapter house. He objected at first, because of what his father would say when he heard of it.
However, he had no knowledge of any such paths himself, and he had no intention of sacrificing his life uselessly in an attempt to discover the keg's most jealously guarded secret. He turned back to his horse and prepared to vault into the saddle. "It's no use, boys. We are done for to-day. You can ride back to the settlement. I have another little matter on hand.
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