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Updated: May 23, 2025
As J.W. turned to the church yard lane leading up to the old horseshed, he noticed that there were only two cars there besides his own and one old-time sidebar buggy, battered and mud-bedaubed, with a decrepit and dejected-looking gray mare between the shafts. It was time for meeting, and he contrasted to-day's emptiness of the long sheds with the crowding vehicles of his childhood memories.
The Shenks were there, including Jeannette, as J.W. promptly managed to observe. Father Foltz and his middle-aged daughter stood in their accustomed place; they had come in the venerable sidebar buggy, just as for two decades past.
Foreboding touched the boy like the brush of a bird's wing, and death and sorrow were as remote as infinity to him. At the barn-door the lad called sharply: "Bob!" "Suh!" answered a muffled voice, and Bob emerged, gray with oatdust. "I want my buggy to-night." Bob grinned. "Sidebar?" "Yes." "New whip new harness little buggy mare reckon?" "I want 'em all." Bob laughed loudly. "Oh, I know.
Late in the afternoon the Captain returned riding in a sidebar buggy with a man. Behind the buggy they towed a skeleton lumber wagon four wheels connected by an extension pole. The man drove away in the sidebar leaving the Captain and the lumber wagon. Barnacles, who had been moored to a kedge-anchor, watched the next day's proceedings with interest.
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