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Updated: June 1, 2025
He wouldn't be Raish Pulcifer if he was straight and plain. He talked about the weather and how he hadn't seen me for some time and just thought he'd call, and so on. That was just greasin' the ways for the launchin', as father would have said.
"Huh!" grunted Raish, jerking the gate from Mr. Bangs' hand and pushing it somewhat violently into the Bangs' waistcoat. "Mornin'." "It is a nice ah cool day, isn't it?" observed Galusha, backing from the gateway in order to give Horatio egress. Mr. Pulcifer's answer was irrelevant and surprising. "Say," he demanded, turning truculently upon the speaker, "ain't women hell?"
"Excuse me," he faltered, after a moment's hesitation, during which Raish scratched another match. "I You see I fear I'm sure you don't understand." Mr. Pulcifer bent and lighted the second lamp. Then he straightened once more and turned toward his questioner. "I understand, young feller," he said, "but you don't seem to. I don't want to buy nothin'. I've got all I want.
That's fair, ain't it?" "Oh, yes, quite, quite. It's very reasonable. Very generous of you. I'm extremely grateful, really." This prompt and enthusiastic acceptance of his offer was a bit disconcerting. Raish was rather sorry that he had not said five. However, to do him justice, the transaction was more or less what he would have called "chicken-feed stuff." Mr.
Never catch a fish without heavin' over a hook, as the feller said. Maybe somebody else that ain't heard will buy that stock, you can't tell." "Maybe so, but See here, Raish, don't you go tryin' anything like this on on " "I know who you mean. No danger. There ain't money enough there to buy anything, if what I hear's true." "What's that?" "Oh, nothin', nothin'. Just talk, I guess.
If he had said he was connected with the interior department of a Brontosaurus the statements would have conveyed an equal amount of understanding to the Pulcifer mind. However, it was a fixed principle with Raish never to admit a lack of knowledge of any subject whatsoever. So he said: "From Washin'ton, eh? I see. Yes, yes. Cal'latin' to stay here on the Cape long, Mr. Bangs?"
There Raish would suddenly and, in a tone of joyful surprise, quite as if they had not met for years, seize his hand, pump it up and down and ask concerning his health, the health of the Gould's Bluffs colony and the "news down yonder." Then, gazing blandly up the road at nothing in particular, he would add, speaking in a whisper and from the corner of his mouth: "Comin' along, Perfessor.
"The Development Company? Of course they did and you told me so when you got home. I remember now. Well, Cap'n Jeth and Raish were both mixed up in it along with father. Yes, and Doctor Powers and a lot more, though not so much. Raish, of course, was at the back of it in the beginnin'. He got 'em all in it, got himself into it, as far as that goes. You see, it was this way."
He's down on the Wapatomac minister because he preaches against spiritualism. But what was Raish Pulcifer doin' in that cemetery? He didn't have anybody's grave to go to, and he wouldn't go to it if he had. There's precious little chance of doin' business with a person after he's buried." "But I think it was business which brought Mr. Pulcifer there," said Galusha.
"Boy or girl?" shouted the young father. "Girl!" came back the answer above the roar of the river. Whereupon Raish Dunnell steadied himself with his pick and taking a hatchet from his belt, cut a rude letter "L" on the side of the stranded log. "L's for Lucindy," he laughed. "Now you log if you git's fur as Saco, drop in to my wife's folks and tell 'em the baby's name."
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