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Updated: May 23, 2025
"I n-n-never got any," Ned retorted, blushing desperately through his dark skin; "n-n-nor you either!" "I guess that's so, Harvey," said Lovell Barlow, quite gravely; "I rather think that's so, Harvey ahem, I guess it is." When my visitors rose to depart they formed in line, with George Olver and Luther at the head. George Olver was the spokesman of the group.
"'Hold the Fort' 's in No. 1," said George Olver, a new speaker, with beautiful, brave, brown eyes, and a soldierly bearing. He spoke, correcting me, but with the tender consideration which a father might display toward an unenlightened child. "There's three numbers," said Harvey Dole, "and you ought to learn to sing 'em, teacher. We sing 'em all the time, down here." "You are fond of singing?"
"Ahem, certainly, " responded Lovell, smiling in vague sympathy with the laughing group. "I call them so, certainly, I do." Only George Olver turned a sober, reassuring face to the blushing Cradlebow. "Give us a tune, Lutie," said he. "Lord, I'd laugh if I could get the music out o' them strings that you can."
"Wall, Levi told me that, and to-day, 'long about the middle o' the forenoon, my man come up to the house he's down to shore, you know, along o' Cap'n Sartell and George Olver and Lute Cradlebow and all the rest, down there a mendin' up the old schooner, 'cause Cap'n wanted Lute to see to it afore he went away.
Young Haraldsson was scrambling to his feet in futile grabs after one of the hounds that was making off with his herring, but he nodded back over his shoulder. Helga looked from one to the other of her companions with an ecstatic smack of her lips. "Honey," she informed them. "Sigurd ran across a jar of it last night. That pig of an Olver yonder hid it on the highest shelf.
'The modern instance says that the dogs would remain seated in a circle round the man; that so long as he remained seated they would do the same; but that, if he attempted to rise, they would renew the attack. That vindicates me, and explains Homer. 'Do it? said Roger Olver.
"Lovell's wife," I hastened to reply, toying with my glasses; "whoever she may be, is certainly to be envied and Lovell's children, too" I added, induced by that transcendently beaming smile; "who will have such a broad window seat to sit on." Never an evening began in heartier fashion at the Ark. George Olver, standing next to Rebecca, rolled out a grand and powerful bass.
It was George Olver who spoke, in his sturdy, resolute bass. The words hardly took on the form of a suave request: they were uttered in too earnest, grave, and intent a tone. I had dismissed my school for the day.
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