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Pennypacker came forward with a suggestion and he showed how book learning could be made of great value, even in the wilderness. "You will recall," he said to Mr. Ware and Mr.
Pennypacker. "You poor darling! But your mother has been so busy." "Meaow," said Kitty resignedly. "Are you hungry, dear? Would you like a bit of cold chicken? He has to have something to keep up his strength. Teething is so hard on children." "Me-e-a-ow," returned Kitty, with plaintive affirmation. Mrs. Pennypacker went over to the table and gave him a mouthful of something.
"Sol," he said in a whisper, "don't you recognize that gray head?" "I think I do." "Don't you know that tall, slender figure?" "I'm shore I do." "Sol, that can be nobody but Mr. Silas Pennypacker, to whom Paul and I went to school in Kentucky." "It's the teacher, ez shore ez you're born." Henry's thrill of horror came again. Mr.
Henry knew that they would come fast, and Mr. Pennypacker, old and not used to the ways of the wilderness, could go but slowly. Although Long Jim was sure to be ready, the embarkation would be dangerous. It was evident that Mr. Pennypacker, extremely gaunt and thin, was exhausted already by a long march and other hardships. Now he labored heavily, drawing long breaths.
Pennypacker in a transport of delight. "Henry, you and Paul are looking upon the remains of animals, millions of years old, killed perhaps in fights with others of their kind, over these very salt springs. There may not be another such place as this in all the world." Mr.
Silas Pennypacker opened his school for the winter, and it was necessary for Henry to attend. Many of the pioneers who crossed the mountains from the Eastern States and founded the great Western outpost of the nation in Kentucky were men of education and cultivation, with a knowledge of books and the world.
It would have been your last sleep if he had not come along! Where is your gratitude?" asked Senator Pennypacker severely. "You may be right, sir," said the tramp politely. "I don't dispute your word. I ought to be friendly with that fellow, as I see he is a brother of mine. He belongs to my order.
More than one young heart in that rude room glowed with a desire to be beside their countrymen in the far-off east, rifle in hand. But Mr. Pennypacker spoke again. He said that there was now a greater duty upon them to hold the west for the union of the colonies. Their task was not merely to build homes for themselves, but to win the land that it might be homes for others.
Instead there came between him and the page a vision of the beaver dam and the pool above it, now covered with a sheet of ice, and of the salt spring where the deer came to drink, and of a sheltered valley in which a herd of elk rested every night. Mr. Pennypacker was singularly quiet that morning.
While we're idlin', I wish we had three or four o' them books that your father an' Mr. Pennypacker brought over the mountains with 'em." "So do I," said Paul, with a sigh. He was thinking of an interminable romance, translated from the French of a certain Mademoiselle de Scudéry, which his teacher, Mr.
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