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It was found in her grandfather's attic in Gloucester, and was given to Mrs. Brown by her grandmother. It was in an army chest belonging to Judutham Baldwin, a Colonel of Engineers in the Revolutionary Army, who laid out the forts in Boston Harbour. Kate Sanborn, in her book on "Old Wall Papers" speaks of this particular paper.
Influence of my legislative experience upon it; my report on the Paris Exposition, and address at Johns Hopkins; a beginning made; excellent work done by Frank Sanborn. Provision for Political Economy; presentation of both sides of controverted questions.
"Hullo, boys, been looking for you!" came the call, and Jed Sanborn appeared. "By Christopher Peter! Got a black bear, have yet! Now ain't thet prime!" "What's the news, Jed?" asked Snap. "Lots o' news," said the old hunter. "First thing is, you're to go home to-morrow." "Oh, we know that already," said Whopper. "Next thing is, do you know that tramp feller with the name o' Kiddy Leech? "Yes."
Kirby asked. "I refuse to admit that I know where the young lady is." "We'll find her. Don't make any mistake about that." Kirby rose. The interview was at an end. Cole Sanborn strode forward. He leaned over the desk toward the oil broker, his blue eyes drilling into those of the broker.
It was a business matter on their part to remain at peace only until the troops moved out of that country and to prevent Sanborn with his organized forces from going south to their villages and punishing them.
The hotel desk rang the room without success, and to Scotty's question, the clerk answered that he had not seen Mr. Brant or Hassan since morning. Scotty debated calling the museum, and decided against it. He went to Parnell Winston, who was supervising the transfer of information from the Sanborn tracings to graph paper. "Rick hasn't shown," Scotty said bluntly. "I'm worried. He's never late."
Brown has left an exact statement of his own motive and expectation, in a letter to Sanborn on the following day.
In the craft sat a man of middle age, with thick hair and a heavy beard. "Who can it be?" questioned Whopper. "Perhaps it is one of the Felps crowd -to warn us away," spoke up Giant. "If it is, I'm rather for giving him a piece of our mind." "It is Jed Sanborn!" cried Shep. "He must be out to do a little hunting or fishing on his own account."
Dorn was a native of Washington. Sanborn was a thick-set, sturdy fellow with the clear brown tan and clear brown eyes of the Californian. Brewer was from South Carolina, a lean, lanky Southerner, with deep-set dark eyes. Dixon hailed from Massachusetts, from a fighting family, and from Harvard, where he had been a noted athlete. He was a big, lithe, handsome boy, red-faced and curly-haired.
The culprits were astounded at this sudden descent upon them; but before they could comprehend the situation fully, the principal turned upon his heel, and left the room without a word of astonishment or censure. "We're in for it now," said Wilton, as his companions picked themselves up from the floor, and gazed at each other with a sheepish look. "That's so," replied Sanborn.
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