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Updated: May 3, 2025
Then it was that the silent, smiling, dark-skinned, cool-headed and cool-handed Rockwell stepped in, and won for himself the gratitude of all from Monseigneur Lourde, the beloved Catholic priest, to Tekewani, the chief. This accident was followed by an epidemic.
I knew we had to get out the same evenin' if we was to git out at all, so what did I do but get Bill Rockwell here to hitch up his big double buckboard an' go out after the five men that weren't on the job. "He had to drive clear to Great Harbor for one, but he got back with all hands about seven o'clock. Everybody in town was at supper, an' didn't see us when we clumb aboard the Lass.
And now, to see them lumped and sold to Doan, Rockwell & Haight even that hurt. But most of all did Judith's treatment of him cut, cut deep. "You're a fool, Bud Lee," he told himself softly. "Oh, God, what a fool!" "The buyers will be here the first thing to-morrow," said Hampton. "Judith says we're to have everything ready for them." "I'll not keep her waiting," answered Lee quietly.
The captain went over and was able to identify him by the number of his machine and uniform. He had lain out there three days and was smashed so terribly that you couldn't recognize his face. He was buried where he fell in a coffin made from the door of a pillaged house. He is buried just at the southeast end of the village and in a hell of a small town. Paul A. Rockwell, 80 rue, etc.
Quickly I secured a speaking-trumpet from the captain's room, and stood up at my post. Across the water came the monosyllable, "Ho!" and back I shouted, "Hallo!" Then came these words, as clear and distinct as any I ever heard in my life: "Are you Mr. Rockwell?" This question almost took away my senses. Was this reality? or had a spirit risen from this lonely ocean to summon me somewhere?
Rockwell, Balsley, Prince, and Captain Thenault were surrounded by a large number of Germans, who, circling about them, commenced firing at long range. Realizing their numerical inferiority, the Americans and their commander sought the safest way out by attacking the enemy machines nearest the French lines.
"They say Mr. Harpe has had a career both high, wide, and handsome." "That's what I'd call one too many," grinned Rod Rockwell. "You can put down a bet the career has been one too many, too." "Yeah?" said Rod, wondering what was coming next. "Yeah," said Racey, nodding mysteriously, but disappointing his friend by immediately changing the subject.
"Good-morning," said Roswell, and he re-entered the house, feeling that he had impressed Edward with a conviction of his superiority, and the value set upon his services by the business men of New York. He went upstairs, and picked out a flashy necktie from his drawer, tied it carefully before the glass, and about nine set out for Rockwell & Cooper's warehouse.
They had only one thing in common a curious compromise in the person of Nathan Rockwell, an agnostic doctor, who had arrived in Lebanon with a reputation for morality somewhat clouded; though, where his patients in Manitou and Lebanon were concerned, he had been the "pink of propriety."
Rockwell had arrived in Lebanon early in its career, and had remained unimportant until a railway accident occurred at Manitou and the resident doctors were driven from the field of battle, one by death, and one by illness.
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