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Moor," said the captain, who stood beside the wheel. "Yes, sir," answered the imperturbable second mate, who thereupon gave the necessary order, and when the depth was ascertained, the report was "Ten fathoms, sand, with a 'ot bottom." "A hot bottom! what do you mean?" "The lead's 'ot, sir," replied the sailor. This was true, as the captain found when he applied his hand to it.
Not that prospectors have anything to keep! Another time, in the rough region west of Ypsilon Mountain, I came upon a lean, wiry little old man leading a burro. He jerked at the lead rope in vain attempt to hurry the phlegmatic animal. "Com' on, durn ye," he squeaked as he tugged at the rope. "Don't ye know we're tracin' the float? Lead's right close now." But the burro was of little faith.
The trail was up-hill, and steep enough to wind even a desert racer, if put to his limit. "Look back!" cried Mescal. "Can you see them? Is Snap with them?" "I can't see for trees," replied Hare, over his shoulder. "There's dust we're far in the lead never fear, Mescal. The lead's all we want."
Whist and weak tea at eight, negus and prayers and bed at ten. Poppa wanted to teach them poker, and they kicked like mad at the very idea; but that was when he visited them before, I guess." "Not the kind of family likely to suit you, I should think," said Lucian, regarding the little free-lance with a puzzled air. "I guess not. Lead's a feather to them for weight.
"Say, whose show is this, the lead's or the sailor's that had the wronged sister? You'd have to show the sailor and his sister, and show her being wronged by the heavy that'd take a big cabaret set, at least and you'd have to let the sailor begin his stuff on the yacht, and then by the time he'd kept it up a bit after the wreck had pulled off the fight, where would your lead be?
She began singing softly: "An' when a shadder falls acrost the winder Of my room, When I am workin' my app'inted task, I lift my head to watch the door an' ask If he is come; An' the angel answers sweetly In my home: 'Only a few more shadders An' He will come." "Aunt Debby, honey," said Fortner, rousing himself from a nap in his chair, "thet thar lead's burnin'. Better run yer bullets."
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