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Updated: June 29, 2025
It's some relic, all right, and my guess is that it was assembled by a cross-eyed mechanic from choice pieces he rescued off'm a scrap heap. All of a sudden I notices something peculiar. "Say, folks," I calls out, "where's the gas tank on this chariot?" "Why, it's on the back," says Barry. "Well, it ain't now," says I. "It's gone." "Gone!" echoes Ann. "The gas tank? Oh, that can't be possible."
When his mother was nussin' him, a helpless babe, he'd take the pins out'n her hair, and they didn't think it was anything but playin'. Once he stole the specs off'm her head whilst she was nappin' with him in her arms, and jammed 'em down a hole in the back of the rockin'-chair. Whilst old Doc Burns was vaccinatin' him and he wa'n't more'n tew years old he got Doc's watch."
If it wa'n't for ow, Josephus Henry! for this rheumatiz, I'd be aboard the Benn this minute with a marlinespike in my hand, and op'nin' a fresh package of language." "But you ain't fit for the sea no longer," mumbled One-arm Jerry through one corner of the mouth that paralysis had drawn awry. "That's what I told the owners of the Benn when I fit 'em off'm me and resigned," agreed the Cap'n.
"Come right down off'm that mow this minute," said she. When we had come down and the dog had followed pulling the rope after him, Aunt Deel was pale with anger. "Go right home right home," said she to Amos. "Mr. Baynes said that he would take me up with the horses," said Amos. "Ye can use shank's horses ayes! they're good enough for you," Aunt Deel insisted, and so the boy went away in disgrace.
Well, when I gets out at the Street I didn't have any programme planned. First I strolls down to the number on the letter and takes a look at the buildin'. That was enough. There was some good names on the hall directory; but most of 'em was little, two-room, fly-by-night firms, with a party 'phone for a private wire and a mail-order list bought off'm patent medicine concerns.
"Now, all of ye know that Kun'l Gid most gin'ly cal'lates to eat up folks that says 'Boo' to him, and pick his teeth with slivers of their bones. But talk about your r'yal Peeruvian ragin' lions of wherever they come from why, that Cap'n Sproul could back a 'Rabian caterwouser right off'm Caterwouser Township!
"Take you down into the village square, and, as foreman of the Ancient and Honer'ble Firemen's Association, I'll ring the bell and call out the department, stand you up in front of them all in your flounces fine, and tell 'em what you've been doin' to their chief. I guess all the heavy work of gettin' even with you will be taken off'm my hands after that." Reeves groaned.
Then they sat down on the upturned boat, manifestly under orders and awaiting further commands. "Then ye're goin' to let 'em do it, be ye?" huskily asked Hiram. "Goin' to let him get to the bank and stop payment on that check? I tell you the boys can get that boat away from 'em! It better be smashed than used to carry Gid Ward off'm this island."
His lament ended in a seasick hiccough. "I don't understand sailormen very well," observed Jackson Denslow; "and it may be that a lot of things they do are all right, viewed from sailorman standpoint. But if Cap Sproul wa'n't plumb crazy and off'm his nut them times we offered him honors in our town, and if he ain't jest as crazy now, I don't know lunatics when I see 'em."
"Was that in a Bost'n horsepittle?" he asked, with eager interest. "That's where. In the fall three years ago. Pneumony." "Mine was rheumatic fever two years ago," said the Cap'n. "It's what drove me off'm deep water. She was fat, wasn't she, and had light hair and freckles across the bridge of her nose, and used to set side of the bed and hum: 'I'm a pilgrim, faint and weary'?"
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