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Updated: May 5, 2025
'I desire to-day to look back on the way by which the Lord has led me for the last year. In September 1870 I was looking out eagerly, anxiously for someone who was going to Russia, that I might go with him. I could find no one. I made it a subject of prayer, and at last, when I was on my knees, in came McCoy to tell me of a Russian who was going up without delay.
Dickie Lang was alone. "I'm looking for Mr. Gregory," he faltered. "Haven't seen him since he left the house." The girl was by his side, looking anxiously into his face. "Anything wrong, Jack?" she asked quickly. McCoy shook his head. "No," he said. "I just wanted to talk to him about changing the pack in the morning. Your aunt told me he came back and went to meet you."
"I suppose congratulations are in order," he began somewhat uncertainly, and seeing that Gregory made no denial, he put out his hand. "I hope you'll both be happy," he said slowly. Then he turned quickly and hurried out the door. Hawkins hurried after him. "I guess I'll go down with McCoy," he explained. "I want to keep near a phone." Then he turned to Aunt Mary.
And then there were women. That made it look like trouble right from the jump." "There was trouble," McCoy answered. "They were bad men. They quarreled about the women right away. One of the mutineers, Williams, lost his wife. All the women were Tahitian women. His wife fell from the cliffs when hunting sea birds. Then he took the wife of one of the native men away from him.
On the floor of the cannery, Dickie Lang was also analyzing the phenomenal success of the Legonia Fish Cannery while she waited for the owner to accompany her on their daily cruise to the fishing grounds. "I'll tell you, Jack, it gets my goat how things began to pick up the very minute I threw up my contract. He's had nothing but luck ever since." "I wouldn't say that, Dick," McCoy objected.
It was one-thirty already. Not much chance of reaching Legonia in time to accomplish much to-day. "Tell McCoy I'll be at the cannery before four o'clock." Dickie flashed a glance at the clock on the Richard's dash at Gregory's words. Every minute was going to count. It was up to the speed-boat to show what she could do. Opening the cut-out, the girl began to get the speed-craft under way.
Dickie laughed at his discomfiture until the tears shone in her eyes, while McCoy regarded his employer with suspicion. Aunt Mary finished polishing her spectacles and settled back to listen. "I'm all ready to hear it," she announced. "Perhaps you had better come nearer so you will not have to speak so loud." Dickie came to Gregory's rescue and explained the situation to her aunt.
I just thought if I could help " Geisha McCoy leaned forward with one of her quick movements and caught Martha Foote's hand in both her own, "You have! And I don't mean to be rude when I tell you I haven't felt so much like sleeping in weeks. Just turn out those lights, will you? And sort of tiptoe out, to give the effect." Then, as Martha Foote reached the door, "And oh, say!
My personal staff was composed of Captain J. H. Hammond, assistant adjutant-general; Surgeons Hartshorn and L'Hommedieu; Lieutenant Colonels Hascall and Sanger, inspector-generals; Lieutenants McCoy and John Taylor, aides-de-camp. We were all conscious that the enemy was collecting at Corinth, but in what force we could not know, nor did we know what was going on behind us.
I suppose we turn down two thirds of what's offered to us over the counter." "What commission would you expect?" Mr. Gunterson inquired. "Whatever you're paying now is all right with us," McCoy responded promptly. "And we'll guarantee you a liberal increase in premiums the first year."
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