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Updated: June 21, 2025
We fixed our sluice box in a rapid of the river which was some two hundred yards from the claim, and was reached by a footpath we scarped down the face of the bluff. We hired a couple of boys to carry down the wash. I did the pick and shovel work, which included the filling of the gunny-bags. McCallum washed out each installment as it arrived.
Robert up to engage seats for that Juliet stab of yours," says I, makin' a play to move off. It was a bluff; but it fetched her. She was willin' to do 'most anything if I wouldn't tell Brother Robert; so back we goes up to the acting school on the top floor. I left her leanin' up against the wall, right near the open transom, and makes a break for McCallum. He was right there, too.
I understand this will give you about five thousand men, besides those brought east by Meagher. I have been telegraphing General Meigs to hasten up locomotives and cars for you. General McCallum, he informs me, is attending to it. I fear they are not going forward as fast as I world like. Let me know if you want more troops, or any thing else. Very respectfully, your obedient servant,
With one hand holding the wavering lamp, the other bravely cupped before his chest, he bowed. "Pardon," he said. "'N't know there were ladies." "Miss McCallum, Uncle Buzz," interposed Joe.
He put her on the lee side, and wrapped her in a McCallum plaid, and brought her some magazines from his own stateroom. Then he stood erect and saluted. "Madam, have I the honor to be dismissed?" She looked up and gave a friendly smile in spite of herself. "You are very good," she said. "I am always remembering that you are good, and the thought annoys me."
"Steer small, there!" cries Whitmarsh, growing hot about the face, for we made a terribly crooked wake, with a broad sheer, and the old hull strained heavily, "steer small there, I tell you! Mind your eye now, McCallum, with your foresail! Furl the royals! Send down the royals! Cheerily, men! Where's that lubber Kent? Up with you, lively now!"
"It's an awfu' trade," McCallum used to remark, "and McGuffie is no' the man for an elder; but sall, naebody ever got the better o' him at a bargain."
That was as near as I could map it for a minute or so while I was tryin' to throw up the picture of the man behind the voice. And, then it hits me Professor Booth McCallum! Oh, skincho, what a front! Why, when I was on the Sunday editor's door the professor used to show up reg'lar with some new scheme for winnin' space. Talk about your self-acting press agents! He had the bunch shoved to the curb.
It was all me and the cornet artist next door could do to separate McCallum from the desk, and even when we worked him loose he didn't want to come out. When we'd got him into a chair, and he'd felt himself all over careful, he says to me: "Torchy, how how many times did she shoot?" And when I gets back to the office Mr.
"Why didn't he come in, honey?" "I don't know, Aunt Susie. He was in a hurry." "What's he doing in town? Thought he'd gone back to work in Louisville." "I don't know, Aunt Susie." Miss McCallum picked up her knitting. She sniffed. "No, I s'pose not." Mary Louise went over and kissed her aunt lightly upon the forehead, and then disappeared through a shadowy door back into shadowy depths.
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