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Owing to a family misunderstanding, he was taken, in March, 1833, from Baltimore back to St. Michaels. His mistress, Lucretia Auld, had died in the mean time; and the new household in which he found himself, with Thomas Auld and his second wife, Rowena, at its head, was distinctly less favorable to the slave boy's comfort than the home where he had lived in Baltimore.
But the O'Reillys, from time immemorial, had been born and bred to exile; it was their breath, their meat and drink, and this particular member of the clan thrived upon it quite as well as had the other Johnnies and Michaels and Andys who had journeyed to far shores.
He knew his business, moreover, and he revolutionized Bill's habits of hygiene in spite of the latter's protests. But the disease which ravaged Mr. Hyde's constitution had its toes dug in, and when the steamer touched at St. Michaels he suffered a severe hemorrhage. For the first time in his life Laughing Bill stood face to face with darkness.
We're here for the winter, unless the mail-carrier will take us to Nome, or up the Yukon, after the trails open." "I bet you'll do a good business right here, when folks see what you done for me," Bill ventured. "Just wait till you look at the town deserted warehouses, some young and healthy watchmen, and a Siwash village. You're the only possible patient in all of St. Michaels."
"The asylum at Hannah, huh?" "Damn it, yes! What did you expect? A marksman medal?" "Okay, Ed, okay. Did you call Doc Van der Lies like I told you when I phoned?" Michaels took a folded white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his square-jawed face. "You sure are taking this calm, Sam.
"Sam I may call you 'Sam'? just try to think calmly and reasonably for a minute. How could Dr. Candle, the undertaker, possibly make you do a thing like you did in Mr. Michaels' hardware store?" "Well ... he said he was a superhuman alien from outer space." "If he said that, do you believe him, Sam?" "Something made me do that. It just wasn't my own idea." "It's easier that way, isn't it, Sam?"
Jail's too good for you. Doc, have you got a tow rope in that truck?" Ed Michaels was the best shot in town, probably one of the best marksmen in the world. He had been in the Olympics about thirty years ago. He was Waraxe's one claim to fame. But he wasn't a cowboy. He wasn't a fast draw.
It may have been the memory of that heavy whip handle, it may have been the moral effect of stray biographical bits garnered here and there around the gambling-table, or it may have been merely a high and natural chivalry, totally unsuspected until now, which prompted Petersen to treat Ponatah with a chill and formal courtesy when he returned from St. Michaels.
Collins put all of his weight behind his left fist and landed it on the point of Michaels' jaw, just the way he used to do when gangs of boys jumped onto him. Michaels sprawled out, spread-eagled.
Crossing the river Rance by the bridge, they took the road in the direction of the port but, after following it for a mile or two, struck off to the east and, before morning, arrived on the river running up from the bay of Mount Saint Michaels. They lay down until late in the afternoon, and then crossed the river at a ferry, and kept along by the coast until they reached the Sebine river.
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