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Pullen got up in some confusion, and began to put the draught-board away. One of the pieces fell on the floor, and as they both stooped to recover it their heads bumped. It was nothing to the dealer's, but Mrs. Pullen rubbed hers and sat down with her eyes watering. Mr. Miller took out his handkerchief, and going to the scullery, dipped it into water and held it to her head.
Miller looked doubtful; then he put his great fingers to his lips by way of experiment, and let them fall unmistakably in the widow's direction. Mrs. Pullen looked down and nearly blushed. The carpenter and his wife eyed each other in indignant consternation. "That's easy enough," said the dealer, and repeated the offense. Mrs.
Mr Pullen, the master, kept glancing to windward in a significant manner. "What do you think of it, master?" asked Captain Cranley. "Why, sir, the sooner that we up-helm, and run into port, the better for the ship and ourselves," replied Mr Pullen. "There's no use straining a vessel till every timber in her creaks and groans with pain, that's my opinion."
"Come," said Pullen at last, "quit thinking about what may happen, and tell me another ghost story. It's your turn now." But Manson was silent, for the story-telling mood had fled, and his thoughts were far away. "Where are you now?" continued Pullen, studying his comrade's face. "With some girl, I'll bet; am I right?"
Pullen, touched at so much goodness, wept softly and said, "Yes." The triumphant Miller took out his handkerchief the same that he had used the previous night, for he was not an extravagant man and tenderly wiped her eyes. "Well, I'm blowed!" said the staring carpenter. "I've got a nice little 'ouse," continued the wily Mr. Miller.
He was as good and brave a fellow as ever lived! It was upon this very North Devon coast! It was to be, I suppose, but if Captain Pullen had returned on board sooner it would not have happened." "What do you mean, Johnson?" "Listen to me, Mr. Clawbonny, and you will see on what a slight thread existence often hangs.
After exploring for some time in company, they were compelled by the ice to leave the Straits; but the Plover wintered there, while Lieutenant Pullen led a boat expedition of a most arduous nature along the northern shores of America, towards the Hudson's Bay establishment on the Mackenzie River.
It was after the battle of Gettysburg, when the Tenth Army Corps remained in camp for several months, and one night while on picket duty, that Manson met with a curious adventure, and made the acquaintance of a fellow-soldier by the name of Pullen, belonging to a Maine regiment, whose existence, and the tie thus formed, eventually led to a sequence of events of serious import.
He was the first to move from the west; first at Camp Thomas Chickamauga Park, Ga.; first in the jungle of Cuba; among the first killed in battle; first in the block-house at El Caney, and nearest to the enemy when he surrendered. Frank W. Pullen, Jr., Ex-Sergeant-Major 25th U.S. Infantry. Enfield, N.C., March 23, 1899.
The Tidgers were at home when he entered, and Mrs. Pullen flushed faintly as he shook hands. "I was coming in before," he said, impressively, "after what I heard this afternoon, but I had to drive over to Thorpe." "You 'eard it?" inquired the carpenter, in an incredulous voice. "Certainly," said the dealer, "and very sorry I was. Sorry for one thing, but glad for another."
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