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Updated: June 26, 2025
With these words Salina spread down the crust of her pie, and lifting the platter on one hand cut around it with a flourish of the case-knife, and began a pinching the edges with a determined pressure of the lips, as if she had quite made up her mind that every indentation of her thumb should leave its fellow on uncle Nat's insensible heart.
"One night we was camped on the edge of a little town out west of Salina. We always camped near a stream, and put up a little tent. Sometimes we sold out of the Remedy unexpected, and then Chief Wish-Heap-Dough would have a dream in which the Manitou commanded him to fill up a few bottles of Sum-wah-tah at the most convenient place.
Salina drew close to uncle Nathan's chair very close considering the circumstances, and, with a relenting voice, answered, "Well, Mr. Nathan, I'm here what is it you want to say?" Uncle Nathan reached forth his hand. Salina's unconsciously crept out from the folds of her shawl, in a sort of way as if she didn't intend to let the left hand know what the right was about.
"I know!" answered the old woman, in a hoarse voice. Mary Fuller sat motionless, with her eager eyes on Salina, and her lips gently parted. Thus she looked the question her lips refused to utter. "Yes, it's them, Mary. The old woman, Mr. Frederick and" "And Isabel, is she with them?"
Salina drew the shawl with still more desperate resolution around her lathy figure. "No, sir," she said, with emphasis, "after what your sister has been saying to-night, I feel it a duty that I owe to myself to go home alone." "But this terrible weather," said uncle Nathan, holding his great-coat irresolutely in his hand.
Salina drew her hand from uncle Nathan's, and folded it in her shawl. "I hope I haven't hurt your feelings mentioning her suddenly, after so many years," said the old man. Salina stood upright while he was speaking, but the moment he ceased, the dim light through the kitchen window revealed her wading through the wet plaintain leaves as she turned a corner of the house.
At this period the appearance of the snow-white expanse of salt crystallised in great cubes, is very striking. In a large salina, northward of the Rio Negro, the salt at the bottom, during the whole year, is between two and three feet in thickness. The salt rests almost always on a thick bed of black muddy sand, which is fetid, probably from the decay of the burrowing worms inhabiting it.
Here Salina dashed a hand across her eyes and the color rushed into her face, as if she were opposing a pressure of tears with great bravery. "It was enough to break any one's heart to see that old cow, with the birch twigs in her mouth, coming toward me so innocent. She thought poor old critter that I'd come to milk her; but instead of the milk-pail I had that axe in my hand.
The gypsum and salt deposits of the Salina show that toward the close of the Silurian period a slight oscillation brought the sea floor nearer to the surface, and at the north cut off extensive tracts from the interior sea.
"Well, I suppose it's her, by the way she put out her hand but she's grown as beautiful as a blooming wild rose, I can tell you. Now, good day, don't let them pies burn or have them underdone at the bottom. I'll try and run over to-night, but you mustn't depend on me; every thing is uncertain where Miss Farnham is." Away went Salina through the out-room and into the street.
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