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"No, I hain't ever seen ye," he said. "And yet the' 's suthin' about ye," the man uncrossed his legs, "suthin' that keeps kind o' pullin' on me." Uncle William rubbed the back of his head thoughtfully. "You ever seen me?" he demanded. The man's eyes laughed. "Hundreds of times." "You hev?" Uncle William sat up. "Where?" "Right here." "In this house?"
It it's just happened so." "And you past thirty!" says I. "What a long spell to be out of luck!" So I suggests that we work through until about 7:45 and then hit the Regal roof for a $2 feed and a view of some of this fancy skatin' they're pullin' off there. But that ain't Ernie's plan at all. He has his mouth all set for an oyster stew and a plate of crullers down in the Arcade beanerie.
"She's pullin' 'round into the no'th-east right now, and I tell Mandy she might's well make up her mind to my lyin' up tight an' dry for a while. Won't be no clams shipped from these flats to-morrow." "High you'll likely be," agreed the storekeeper. "How dry ye'll be, Milt, remains to be seen." "In-side, or aout?" chuckled Cap'n Joab, for Milt Baker's failing was not hidden under a bushel.
Shucks, I've bit on so many of them rumors that they don't feaze me no more. One man who don't know nothin' about prospectin' goes an' stumbles over a fortune an' those who know it from A to Izzard goes 'round pullin' in their belts." "We don't pull in no belts we knows just where to look, don't we, Tenspot?" Remarked Tex, looking very wise.
'Why don't ye take th' coal shovel to that little barbaryan, Mary Ellen? says I. 'We don't believe in corporeal punishment, says she. 'School shud be made pleasant f'r th' childher, she says. 'Th' child who's hair is bein' pulled is larnin' patience, she says, 'an' th' child that's pullin' th' hair is discovrin' th' footility iv human indeavor, says she.
"If you fellows'd put into your oars some of that coffee you swig in your blankets, we'd make it," was Shorty's encouragement. "You're just goin' through the motions an' not pullin' a pound." A few minutes later, Sprague drew in his oar. "I'm finished," he said, and there were tears in his voice.
Shucks almighty!" spluttered Pop, reaching reluctantly into his pocket for the money. "Jeff, he done some pullin' himself I wish I knowed," he added pettishly, "just how big a fool you air." "Hey, come over here!" shouted Jeff. "What yuh nagging ole Pop about?" "Pop lost five dollars on that race," Bud called back, and loped over to the crowd. "But he isn't the only one.
He'd done a strong-man turn with a medicine top for awhile, then he'd worked into the concession game on the county fair circuit, managed a Ferris wheel and carrousel outfit, and even swung an Uncle Tom troupe, with six real bloodhounds, through the town halls of fourteen States. "Pullin' down the kale by the double handsful, mind you," says Hunk. "But no more!
I'd never had two shillin' of my own in my hull life. But the more I thought on't the uneasier I got. Somethin' seemed pullin' an' haulin' at me, an' fin'ly I gin in. I allowed I'd see that percession anyway if it took a leg, an' mebbe I c'd git back 'ithout nobody missin' me.
An' I read the Scripter account o' Jonah an' the big fish, an' all that in Job about pullin' out levi'thing with a hook an' stickin' fish spears in his head, an' some parts in them queer books nigh the end o' the ole Test'ment about fish-ponds an' fish-gates an' fish-pools, an' how the fishers shall l'ment everything I could pick out about fishin' an' seen; but it did n't come home to me; 't wa'n't my kind o' fishin' an' I did n't seem ter sense it.
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