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Updated: June 17, 2025
For some moments Saterlee considered the river, up-stream, down-stream, and across, knitting his brows to see better, for the light was failing by leaps and bounds. Then, in an embarrassed voice: "I've got to do it," he said. "It's only right." "What?" said Mrs. Kimbal. "I feel sure," he said, "that under the circumstances you'll make every allowance, Ma'am."
The lady looked out of the window not hers, but Saterlee's. "It does look," she said, "as if the waters had divorced themselves from the bed of ocean." She delivered this in a quick but telling voice. Saterlee was shocked at the comparison.
The sight appeared to arouse whatever of youthful mischief remained in the feeble old heart. She seemed to gather herself for a tremendous effort, then snorted once, and kicked thrice three feeble kicks of perhaps six inches in the perpendicular. Mrs. Kimbal exploded into laughter. "Wouldn't you know she was a woman?" she said. But Saterlee was climbing out of the buggy.
"She'd ought to have been a motor-boat," said Saterlee, the mud which had entered his mouth gritting unpleasantly between his teeth. "Last year there was one spring hole somewhere in these parts this year it's all lakes and rivers never was such rains before in the memory of man. Wonder what Gila River's doing?" "What is Gila River?" she asked.
"It'll be heavy going, wet as you are," said he. "I'll soon be dry in this air," she said. Saterlee managed to pull his boots on over his wet socks, and Mrs. Kimbal, having given him his wet coat from her neck, stooped and wrung as much water as she could from her clothes. It was now nearly dark, but they found the road and went on. "What time is it?" she asked.
"I haven't anybody to do my darning now," he said. "My girls are all at school, except two that's married. So " He finished his knot, took the reins in his left hand and the whip in his right. At first the old mare would not budge. Switching was of no avail. Saterlee brought down the whip upon her with a sound like that of small cannon. She sighed and walked gingerly into the river.
"I have always mistrusted thin men," said the lady, and she hastily added: "Not that you're fat" "My bones are covered," said Saterlee; "I admit it." "Yes," she said, "but with big muscles and sinews." "I am not weak," said Saterlee; "I admit it." "What air this is," exclaimed the lady; "what delicious air. No wonder it cures people with lung trouble. Still, I'm glad mine are sound."
"My watch was in my vest," said Saterlee. "How far to Carcasonne House?" "'Bout thirty miles." She did not speak again for some time. "Well," she said, a little hardness in her voice, "you'll hardly be in time to steer your boy away from my girl." "No," said he, "I won't. An' you'll hardly be in time to steer your girl away from my boy." "Oh," she said, "you misconceive me entirely, Mr. Saterlee.
"Oh, Ma'am," he said, hesitated, cleared his throat, and became routed and confused. "If you'd rather not " said Mrs. Kimbal. "It isn't that," he said. "It would seem like bragging." "Surely not," she said. Saterlee, with his eyes on the broad, brown flood which they were approaching, repeated like a lesson: "'Mark I'm dying. I want it to do good, not harm. Jenny always thought the world of you.
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