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But you'll learn how to pick up moorings, Matt, and you'll learn how to turn a steamer round on her heels also." "I never did that kind of work before," Matt protested. "I stand a good chance of getting drowned, don't I?" "Of course! But better men than you do it; so don't kick. In the spring I'll shift you to a larger boat; but I want you to have one winter along the Mendocino Coast.
I've heard all that she's heard there the creepin', the sighin', and the whisperin' through the bracken and the ground-vines of all that lives there." "You seem to be a poet yourself," said the editor, with a patronizing smile. "I'm a lumberman, up in Mendocino," returned the stranger, with sublime naivete. "Got a mill there.
If you're jerkline skinners that have followed railroad work you ought to've heard o' Jerkline Jo. Usta be monakered 'Gypo Jo." "We're not railroaders," said Mr. Tweet glibly. "We're from Mendocino County the big woods you know. But we can skin 'em for Jerkline Jo or any other man." "I'll take a chance," said the clerk briskly.
He wondered if it would not be a practical idea to commit it to memory. Why, certainly that was the thing to do. He was nearing such foothills as the abrupt mountain range boasted when he decided not only to memorize it, but to make a copy on an envelope which was in his pocket. It had covered a letter from Uncle Sebastian Burris, Hiram's benefactor, up there in Mendocino County.
Meiggs invited me to go with him to a rich mercantile house on Clay Street, whose partners belonged in Hamburg, and there, in the presence of the principals of the house, he demonstrated, as clearly as a proposition in mathematics, that his business at Mendocino was based on calculations that could not fail.
"... Been tramping all day in the direction of the rising sun.... Mud, mud, mud everywhere.... It may have been a good thing that I wrote my brother Fox at Mendocino about this trip before I set out.... If I am lost and this comes into a white man's hands who understands America he will know what to do with it.... Hunger and thirst are delirious bed-fellows.... Seems like a hundred years since I heard that Métropole woman's voice when they were choking me in the carriage.... She was saying, 'Search him, search him; I know he ran away with it; it belonged to the Princess! Then that deep heavy voice: 'What did it look like? Every word he uttered seemed to add pneumatic pressure to his grip on my neck.... 'It was almost a light purple, the size of a hickory nut, shaped like a pyramid and gives out the reflection of a cluster of stars, she cried like a wench.... 'Worth a great deal of money, the deep voice grunted as his hand pressed harder against my windpipe.... 'Priceless! she shrieked.
He coasted the countries which at present are called New California, as far as Cape Blanco: he discovered, likewise, Cape Mendocino; and ascertained, that from this place to the harbour De la Nadividad, the land continued without the intervention of any strait.
Here the road runs for the most part close to the coast, and gives you a long succession of wild and strange views. You pass Point Arena, where is another light-house; and finally land at Mendocino City.
She might ask him if it was "subjective" or "objective" two words he had heard used at the Debating Society at Mendocino on the question, "Is poetry morally beneficial?" For a few moments he was silent.
Now don't be offended. Shall I get this dope on him, if I can?" "I'd thank you kindly, ma'am." "Well, I will, then. Now let's forget it and talk about Mendocino. Go on you talk so little." Hiram walked with an elastic step from Lucy Dalles' rooming house. It was hard to believe that all that was happening to him was true.
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