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Suddenly there came a loud hiss or snort; a fierce spout of water burst up between Peterkin's legs, blew him off his feet, enveloped him in its spray, and hurled him to the ground.
He could always escape by flight from the slow death-bed; it was Cynthia who faced hourly the final tragedy of a long and happy life. The thought of Will had oppressed him like a nightmare for the last two weeks, and it was almost unconsciously that he tuned now in the direction of the store and passed presently into the shaded lane leading to Sol Peterkin's.
"The thought was this," continued Jack "that I should tie Peterkin's hands and feet with cords, and then lash him firmly to a stout pole about five feet long, in order to render him quite powerless and keep him straight and stiff. You should have seen his face of horror, Ralph, when I suggested this!
As they were leaving the boat on the other side, in the usual crowd, Mrs. Peterkin's attention was arrested by a familiar voice. She turned, to see a tall young man who, though he wore a red fez upon his head and a scarlet wrap around his neck, certainly resembled Agamemnon. But this Agamemnon was talking Greek, with gesticulations.
Crawford was naturally very economical, and could make one dollar go further than most people could two; so that very little sufficed for their daily wants when Jerrie was away. 'I must earn money somehow, Harold thought, 'and must seek work where I can do the best, even if it is from Peterkin. So, swallowing his pride, he went to Peterkin's office and asked for work.
I could not refrain from laughing at this rebuke, for there was much truth in it as to Peterkin's ignorance. "Humph! maybe you're right," answered Peterkin; "but I would not give tuppence for a man of books, if he had nothing else in him." "Neither would I," said Jack; "but that's no reason why you should run books down, or think less of me for having read them.
"How unfortunate," said I, as we gained the shelter of the bushes, "that we have forgotten our arms." "It matters not," said Jack; "here are clubs enough and to spare." As he spoke, he laid his hand on a bundle of stout poles of various sizes, which Peterkin's ever-busy hands had formed, during our frequent visits to the cliff, for no other purpose, apparently, than that of having something to do.
This was a hair-trunk, very large and capacious. It would hold everything they would want to carry, except what would go in Elizabeth Eliza's trunk, or the valise and bags. Everybody was delighted at this idea. It was agreed that the next day the things should be brought into Mrs. Peterkin's room, for her to see if they could all be packed.
A monster wave and its consequences The boat lost and found Peterkin's terrible accident Supplies of food for a voyage in the boat We visit Penguin Island, and are amazed beyond measure Account of the penguins. One day, not long after our little boat was finished, we were sitting on the rocks at Spouting Cliff, and talking of an excursion which we intended to make to Penguin Island the next day.
Peterkin's when I unconsciously stymied with my material self the celebrated Willie McGuffin, the Demon Driver from the Hootmon Links, Scotland.
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