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We was just settin' here talkin', wan't we, Shavin's Jed, I mean?" Mr. Winslow stood his completed sailor man in a rack to dry. "Ya-as," he drawled, solemnly, "that was about it, I guess. Have a chair, Sam, won't you? . . . That was about it, we was sittin' and talkin' . . . I was sittin' and Gab Gabe, I mean was talkin'." Captain Sam chuckled. As Winslow and Mr.
"Well, it's about a carpenter and a poetic Victorian child, you know, and some shavin's. The child made no end out of the shavin's. So might you. Powder 'em. They might be anything. Soak 'em in jipper, Xylo-tobacco! Powder'em and get a little tar and turpentinous smell in, wood-packing for hot baths a Certain Cure for the scourge of Influenza!
They'll all have to go. Think of the years of love an' happiness in store for you. A week or so an' it 'll be too late. Can you stand for me seein' you?... Let me tell you, Mercedes, when the summer heat hits the lava we'll all wither an' curl up like shavin's near a fire. A wind of hell will blow up this slope. Look at them mesquites. See the twist in them. That's the torture of heat an' thirst.
Well, I'll stop when I get good and ready and if you don't like it, Shavin's, you can lump it. That Phillips kid has turned out to be a thief and, so far as anybody 'round here knows, his sister may be " "Stop!" Again Jed shouted it; and this time he rose to his feet. Phineas glared at him. "Humph!" he grunted. "You'll make me stop, I presume likely." "Yes." "Is that so?" "Yes, it's got to be so.
Every one was surprised therefore when Jed Winslow moved across to where Phineas was standing, and looking mildly down at the little man, asked: "Do you know anything against him, Phin?" "None of your business. What are you buttin' in for, Shavin's?" "I ain't. I just asked you, that's all. DO you know anything against Charlie Phillips?" "None of your business, I tell you." "I know it ain't.
Charles Phillips, "'cordin' to everybody's tell," was keeping company with Maud Hunniwell. "There ain't no doubt of it," declared Mr. Bearse. "All hands is talkin' about it. Looks's if Cap'n Sam would have a son-in-law on his hands pretty soon. How do you cal'late he'd like the idea, Shavin's?" Jed squinted along the edge of the board he was planing. He made no reply. Gabe tried again.
McKrigger, "but what about the young people, an' the older ones fer all that, who won't pick up the shavin's? Farrington sez we want a poplar young man who kin speak without any preparation, like Mr. Dale, the missionary who was here last summer.
He spoke of Alaskan totem-poles, of Indian sign language, of Aztec monoliths buried in the forest. He sang "Lather an' Shavin's," "La Golondrina," "The Cowboy's Lament," and, clicking his fingers castanet-wise, hummed little Spanish airs whose words he would by no means translate.
'Humph! says I, 'the only kind of aches I have is them in my bones, meanin' my rheumatiz, you understand. Shavin's he looked moony up at the roof for about a week and a half, same as he's liable to do, and then he drawled out: 'You see he DOES have headache, Babbie, says he. Now did you ever hear such fool talk outside of an asylum? He and that Armstrong kid are well matched.
Other visitors to the shop, those who knew him well, were surprised and amused to find him on such confidential and intimate terms with a child. Gabe Bearse, after one short call, reported about town that crazy Shavin's Winslow had taken up with a young-one just about as crazy as he was.
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