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It was at this point in his meditations that Bertram rounded a corner and came face to face with a man who stopped him short with a jovial: "Isn't it by George, it is Bertie Henshaw! Well, what do you think of that for luck? and me only two days home from 'Gay Paree'!" "Oh, Seaver! How are you? You are a stranger!"
Wright as he took my hand and strolled up the river bank with me. I rather feared and dreaded those big roaring men like Bill Seaver. The horses were hitched in and the canoes washed out. Then we all turned to and dug some angle-worms. The poles were brought lines, hooks and sinkers were made ready and in an hour or so we were on our way up the river, Mr.
But if they had, what could she do? Surely she could hardly now follow them into a public café and demand that Seaver let her husband come home! But she could keep him at home, perhaps. Billy did not believe this was true; but if it were true, she could at least rectify that mistake. If it were attention that he wanted he should want no more. Poor Bertram!
Against this long thin line of skirmishers, the rebels opened a severe fire of artillery and musketry, and advanced to drive the skirmishers from their position; but the brave mountaineers never dreaming that a Sixth corps skirmish line could not hold a rebel line of battle, resolutely refused to leave and sent the presumptious rebel line of battle to the rear in confusion; not, however, until Colonel Stoughton with the Fourth and Colonel Seaver with the Third, came forward to the support of the Fifth and Sixth.
It was the chaffing voice of the Scoutmaster, Malcolm Seaver, which spoke, addressing some twenty scouts who were scattered about the vine-draped entrance to Snowbird Cave, where, yearly, the little gray-white junco birds otherwise snow-birds fluffy balls, with no heads to speak of, wintered among the low hemlocks near the cavern's mouth and fed upon the spicy hemlock bark.
But as for her marrying Bertram you could have bowled me over with a soap bubble when I heard she'd done it. Now understand: Bertram is a good fellow, and I like him. I've known him all his life, and he's all right. Oh, six or eight years ago, to be sure, he got in with a set of fellows Bob Seaver and his clique that were no good. Went in for Bohemianism, and all that rot.
"I perfectly well know it wasn't Merle's fault." "Well, Mrs. Seaver came in about four o'clock for her final fitting, and what do you think?" "For mercy's sake!" pleaded Winona.
"Where is it?" "Seaver Bay." "Never heard of it or, stop a minute, isn't there a wireless station there or something?" "Yes, sir. My brother " "Well, no matter about your brother now. You go into the house and call him up. When you get the line let me know and I will speak with him." "Yes, sir." Nevertheless the lad lingered. "I'm I'm awfully sorry," repeated he. "There, there, go along.
Seaver, the medical director of Yale, showed that out of the 187 men in the class of 1881, those not using tobacco during their college course had gained, over the users of tobacco, twenty-two per cent in weight, twenty-nine per cent in height, nineteen per cent in growth of chest, and sixty-six per cent in increase of lung capacity.
The Harper contingent, beside its chief, embraced Tom Nast and William A. Seaver, whom John Russell Young named "Papa Pendennis," and pictured as "a man of letters among men of the world and a man of the world among men of letters," a very apt phrase appropriated from Doctor Johnson, and Major Constable, a giant, who looked like a dragoon and not a bookman, yet had known Sir Walter Scott and was sprung from the family of Edinburgh publishers.
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