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Lonesome!" he continued, without giving his companion a chance to retort, "lonesome ain't no name for this place. No company but green flies and them moskeeters, and nothin' to look at but salt water and sand and and dummed if I can think of anything else. Five miles from town and the only house in sight shut tight. When I come here you told me that bungalow was opened up every year "
I cal'late Henry G.'s glad enough to get rid of him. Ho! ho!" "Did Mr. Atkins see his this did he see his present before he accepted it?" "No. That's the best part of the joke. Well," clambering to his seat and picking up the reins, "I've got five mile of sand and moskeeters to navigate, so I've got to be joggin'. Oh, say! goin' to leave him in the box there, be ye?"
"So it has been till this season." "And that picnics come here every once in a while." "Don't expect picnickers to be such crazy loons as to come here in winter time, do you?" "I don't know. If they're fools enough to come here ANY time, I wouldn't be responsible for 'em. There ain't so many moskeeters in winter. But just LOOK at this hole. Just put on your specs and LOOK at it!
"I know it looks suspicious, comin' from a Reeves," said he, "but I hardly see anything about it to start your temper so, Cap." "Why, he might just as well have sent me a writin' to go out and take a census of the hossflies between here and the Vienny town-line," sputtered the first selectman; "or catch the moskeeters in Snell's bog and paint 'em red, white, and blue.
I don't mind moskeeters in moderation, but when they roost on my eyelids and make 'em so heavy I can't open 'em, then I'm ready to swear. But I couldn't get even that relief, because every time I unbattened my mouth a million or so flew in and choked me. That's what I said a million.
The same gang never comes twice. Road's too bad, and they complain like fury about the moskeeters." "Do they? How peevish! Atkins, you're not married?" It was an innocent question, but it had an astonishing effect. The lightkeeper bounced on the bench as if someone had kicked it violently from beneath. "What?" he quavered shrilly. "Wha what's that?" Brown was surprised.
"There!" said Henry G.'s boy, jumping to the ground beside the box, "that's off my hands, thank the mercy! Here's your fly paper. Five dozen sheets. You must have pretty nigh as many flies down here as you have moskeeters. Well, so long. I got to be goin'." "Wait a minute," pleaded Brown. "What shall I do with this er blessed dog? Is he savage? Why did you bring him in a crate like a piano?"
All I want to do is unload him Job, I mean and leave a couple bundles of fly paper Seth ordered. Here!" lowering the tailboard and climbing into the wagon, "you catch aholt of t'other end of the box, and I'll shove on this one. Hush up, Job! Nobody's goin' to eat ye 'less it's the moskeeters. Now, then, mister, here he comes." He began pushing the box toward the open end of the wagon.
"Don't be scart, ma'am," said Mr. Atwood. "I shan't let ye drop. Lord sakes! I've toted more women in my time than you can shake a stick at. There's more da that is, there's more summer folks try to land on this island at low tide than there is moskeeters and there's more of them than there's fiddles in Hi! come on, you, Mr. What's-your-name! Straight as you go."
I had been thinkin' that your Todds and Wards was spreadin' some sail for villuns, but they're only moskeeters to Barb'ry pirates compared with this." He cuffed his hand against the open pages of the pamphlet. "It says here that the foreman has to set up a free dinner for 'em four times a year and ev'ry holiday.
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