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"There's them that calls him Bony Lukins but I reckon he ain't no bonier than the everidge run o' men not a bit an' if he was I don't reckon his bones orto be throwed at him every time he's spoke to that away." Peter Lukins was a slim, sober faced, quiet little man with a long nose who worked in the carding mill.
"My gran' mammy used to say it were better than all the doctors an' I've tried it an' know what it'll do." "I suppose if you got ten scoops it would be no good," said Sarah with a laugh in which Mrs. Allen and some of the others joined. Mrs. Lukins looked offended. "When I'm takin' medicine I always foller directions," said she.
"I've been hopin' an' wishin' some kind of a decent handle could be put on to his name," said Mrs. Lukins, with her eye upon a knot hole in the counter. "Something with a good sound to it. You said that anything you could do for the New Salem folks you was goin' to do an' I thought maybe you could fix it." Abe smiled and asked: "Do you want a title?"
Peter Lukins, a very lean, red haired woman with only one eye which missed no matrimonial prospect who put the ball in play so to speak. "Ann, if Honest Abe gits you, you'll have to spend the first three months makin' a pair o' breeches for him. It'll be a mile o' sewin'." "I reckon she'd have to spend the rest o' her life keepin' the buttons on 'em," said Mrs. John Cameron.
We must clean up that Peter Lukins' cellar right off and get off to Hannibal to see Tom. One thing will happen after another if we let it, and we'll never get away, and never see Tom. I wish this here Doc Lyon was in Halifax." Says I, "Who wanted to talk to him in the jail, you or me?" "Why, I did," said Mitch. "Well, then, you made the tangle, Mitch, and we'll have to stick.
It's awful. Look here, you go to your pa and get me off and get off yourself." I knew I couldn't do that, that pa wouldn't do it, and I said so. And Mitch looked terribly worried. And he said, "Let's go out to Salem and finish up Peter Lukins' right now." The air seemed to sing with the heat, and it was awful hot down in that place among the weeds.
Harry found the "Colonel" sitting comfortably in a chair by the door of his cabin, roaring with laughter. He had not lived up to his title and was still generally known as "Bony" Lukins. "What are you roaring at?" Harry demanded. The "Colonel" was dumb with joy for a moment. Then, with an effort, he straightened his face and managed to say: "Laughin' just 'cause I'm alive."
The river is going to be deepened and improved for navigation." "I've made up my mind that it can't be done, unless you can invent a way to run a steamboat on moist ground," said Samson. "You might as well try to make a great man out of 'Colonel Lukins. It hasn't the water-shed. To dig a deep channel for the Sangamon would be like sending 'Colonel Lukins' to Harvard. We're going too fast.
The logs were ready two days after the cutting began. Martin Waddell and Samuel Hill sent teams to haul them. John Cameron and Peter Lukins had brought the window sash and some clapboards from Beardstown in a small flat boat. Then came the day of the raising a clear, warm day early in September. All the men from the village and the near farms gathered to help make a home for the newcomers.
We shall find everything we need in the well, the chimney, the butt'ry and the cellar. And here is the wedding supper all ready for us and I as hungry as a bear." "In the words of Mrs. Lukins 'it is very copasetic, and I begin to feel that I have made some progress in the study of Bim Kelso. Come, let's have our supper." "Not until you have broiled a piece of venison.
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