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Then three colored children came tumbling out, and they looked out over the creek. Then Harry shouted again, and the woman saw him. "Hello, dar!" she cried. "Who's dat?" "It's me! Harry Loudon." "Harry Loudon?" shouted the woman, running down to the edge of the water. "Mah'sr John Loudon's son Harry? What you doin' dar? Is you fishin'?" "Fishing!" cried Harry. "No! I want to get ashore.
"Oh, yes, Mah'sr Harry; long time ago," she said. "Then it must be pretty late," said Harry, anxiously. "Oh, no!" said she; "'tain't late. I reckon it can't be much mor' 'n four o'clock." "Four o'clock!" shouted Harry, jumping up in such a hurry that he nearly tripped himself in Uncle Oscar's trousers, which were much too long for him. "Why, that's dreadfully late. Where can the day have gone?
The boys ran back to the sled, and the colored men ran out to the road, and everybody talked and nobody seemed to say anything of use. At last Dick Ford spoke up: "I tell ye what, Mah'sr Harry! I say, just let's go 'long," said he. "But how are you going to do it?" said Harry. "There's no snow." "I know that; but de mud's jist as slippery as grease. That thar team kin pull it, easy 'nuff!"
Holly obeyed without a word, and then snatching her wooden child from the floor, she darted out of the door and reached the village almost as soon as poor Blinks. In a minute or two Aunt Matilda made her appearance at the door. She had heard the barking and the screaming, and had come to see what was the matter. When she saw the man, she exclaimed: "Why, Mah'sr George! Is dat you?"
How d' y', Miss Kate?" said the colored man, touching his hat and riding up on the side of the road to let them pass. "I do' know how I likes it yit, Mah'sr Harry. Don't seem 'xactly nat'ral after ridin' de oder road so long!" "You have a pretty big letter-bag there," said Harry. "Dat's so," said Miles; "but 'taint dis big ebery day.
He kin borrer a mule and go fur you, Mah'sr Harry, I 'spects." "Well, tell Jim to get a mule and come to Aunt Judy's just as quick as he can. I'll pay him right well." "Dat's so, Mah'sr Harry; Jim'll go 'long fur ye. I'll tell him." "Now be quick about it," cried Harry. "I'm in a great hurry." And off he started again. But as he hurried along, his legs began to feel stiff and his feet were sore.
"Ye ought to have rolled up yer pants and tooked off yer shoes and stockin's afore ye jumped, Mah'sr Harry," said the woman. "I wish I had taken off my shoes," said Harry. The woman at whose cabin Harry found himself was Charity Allen, and a good, sensible woman she was.
In about a week the old man came to Hurry and declared that he must throw up his engagement. "What's the matter?" asked Harry. "I'm gwine to gib up dat job, Mah'sr Harry." "But why? You wanted it bad enough," said Harry. "But I'm gwine to gib it up now," said the old man. "Well, I want you to tell me your reasons for giving it up," persisted Harry.
"Can't ye work it a little, Mah'sr Harry!" asked Gregory Montague. "Dat's so!" cried a dozen voices. "Jist let's see her run a little, Mah'sr Harry, please!" Even Kate wanted to see how the things worked. These cases were like small closets, with movable tops, and there was great fear that they would not fit over the tables that had been brought from Hetertown. On the next day, Mr.
Have you a boat?" "A boat! Lors a massy! I got no boat, Mah'sr Harry. How did ye git dar?" "Oh, I got adrift, and my boat's gone! Isn't there any man about?" "No man about here," said the woman. "My ole man's gone off to de railroad. But he'll be back dis evenin'." "I can't wait here till he comes," cried Harry. "Haven't you a rope and some boards to make a raft?" "Lor', no! Mah'sr Harry.
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