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But I would like to get those papers." He told the clerks in his office and some friends of his about his loss, and they promised to be on the lookout for the tramp. Then Daddy Bunker took Rose and Russ back home with him, along Main Street, in Pineville. "Did you find them?" asked Mrs. Bunker anxiously, as she saw her husband coming up the walk toward the house. "Did you get your papers?"
Some twenty years ago I took the night train from Pineville to Barbourville, in the Kentucky mountains, reaching the latter place about 11 o'clock of a cold, rainy, dark November night. Only one other passenger alighted. There was an express wagon to take us to the town, a mile or so distant, and the wagon was already heavy with freight packages.
For it was in Pineville, Pennsylvania, that we first met the six little Bunkers and in the first volume of this series went with them on a nice vacation to Mother Bunker's mother. The book telling of this is called "Six Little Bunkers at Grandma Bell's."
The panel was made up of business men of Pineville and Middlesboro, who resented being kept from their occupations at a busy season. They were new citizens who had moved into the mountains since the development of the coal fields and had little use or sympathy for pistol toters or feudists. There was one exception, Elhannon Howard, Saylor's neighbor.
But we will let you guess, with Russ and Rose and Vi and Laddie and Margy and Mun Bun, where the next exciting adventures of the half dozen youngsters from Pineville will take place. Then came the time to leave the plantation. The children had many little keepsakes to take home with them and they promised to send other keepsakes to the Armatage children as soon as they got back to Pineville.
Then he told of having tramped from place to place after leaving Pineville, wearing the old coat, until he reached Green Pond. "It's just like a story in a book," said Rose. "Yes, it surely is," agreed Daddy Bunker, as he put the valuable papers into his coat pocket, that had no hole in it.
Grandpa Saylor stopped off at Pineville and spent a day or two on the head of Straight Creek with his former neighbors. The old home place was occupied by Jim Helton, who, when he sold his land to the coal company, moved into the Saylor house. He spent a day with the Heltons; he even visited the old cliff-house still and at twilight started down the creek for Pineville.
He telephoned from his office to the chief, or head policeman, and asked him to be on the watch for a red-haired tramp lumberman wearing an old coat. "Get me back the papers. I don't care about the coat he may have that," said Mr. Bunker. The chief promised that he and his men would do what they could, and some of the policemen at once began looking about Pineville for the tramp.
When he rode up, the house had a deserted appearance. Mrs. Saylor and Susie were in the barn milking. All the rest of the family had gone to Pineville to be present at the trial, and Susie and her mother were leaving the next day. He lay awake half the night thinking of Mary and his mother and listening to the penetrating tones of a hoot owl far up the mountain side.
The house did not seem the same as the one at which he had stopped less than a month before. He was homesick and felt inclined to return to Louisville. When he rode into Pineville at noon the next day he found the hotel crowded with visiting lawyers and litigants.
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