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Updated: May 5, 2025
There's one good p'int in this news they tell me that when the ice is seen drifting about in low latitudes, it's a sign there's less of it in the higher." "The Cape of Good Hope is certainly, in one sense, in a low latitude, uncle; if I remember right, it is not as far south as we are north; and, as you say, it is a good sign if the ice has come anywhere near it."
The head guide is appealed to. Is it going to rain? He says it does rain. But will it be a rainy night? The guide goes down to the lake, looks at the sky, and concludes that, if the wind shifts a p'int more, there is no telling what sort of weather we shall have.
Bowlaig's mother has jest upturned a rotten pine-log to give little Bowlaigs a chance to rustle some of these yere egreegious white worms which looks like bald catapillars, that a-way, when all at once around a p'int of rocks Dave heaves in view.
Just you say to Jerry just you tell him...." "What'll I tell him?" For Uncle Mo appeared to waver. "Just you tell him to drop in at The Sun, and bide till I come. They've a sing-song going on to-night, with the pianner. He'll make hisself happy for an hour. I'll be round in an hour's time, tell him." "And where are you off for all of an hour, Mo?" "That's part of the p'int, M'riar.
"Well, I don't know, sir," replied Bob, doubtfully. "I don't know but what I think there is something in it?" "Stuff! Bob, how kin there be? Do you mean that she made out 'at she could cure anything by just talking to you?" "Not exactly; no sir. Her p'int is that what we call biles or malaria, or " "Bow-legs, mebbe," put in Mr. Cinch both jocosely and ruefully. "Yes, sir, bow-legs." "What!"
The postmaster and his entire family were greatly interested in Ellis's tale of the lost trinket. "A diamond breaspin, did you say?" asked Jim Taylor. "Wal now, ain't that a loss? I'll put up a notice right away. Marthy, you ain't heerd of nobody's findin' a diamond breaspin, hev ye?" he questioned a girl who came in to mail a letter. "Some of the P'int folks has lost one.
"Well, if mixing figures is like mixing drinks, making 'em more elevating to the thoughts, I cal'late I'd best do a little more mixing. There's going to be a squall right soon that'll test the ribs of the old salvation ark to the cracking p'int. If I was you I'd furl my sails a mite, and stand by, Mack." "We're so accustomed to trouble now that " "Trouble?
"But what of all that, Chips? How can it help us?" "Help us! Why, 'tair the very i-dentical thing ez 'll help us; our coorse is laid out to a p'int o' the kompiss! All we'll hev to do is to run east'ard through the Beagle Channel, an' then 'long the open coast to good Success Bay, in the Straits o' Le Maire.
Of co'se, he'd know they wouldn't hardly be hay in it no, ez you say, 'nor a calf. No doubt wife'll be a-wantin' one o' these cow-topped ones quick ez she sees Josh's wife's. She'll see the p'int in a minute of the cow, I mean. But, of co'se, I wouldn't think o' gittin' her the same thing Josh's got for Helen, noways. We're too near neighbors for that.
It would suit her fine, she said, to set down on a cushioned seat and be up-stairs afore she could git up again. Now, you needn't think I'm wanderin' from the p'int," and Uncle Jabez looked severely at Mr. Dickey, who was manifestly fidgeting. "All you folks that have lived about here all your lives knew Lavina 'ithout my tellin' you this; but Mr.
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