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That night they camped in Round Grove, near the present town of Sloan, marched eighteen miles across the prairie the next day, and camped on the east bank of Pine creek, just north of the old site of Brier's Mills.
She on the surface lumps of butter lays, Which, melting with the heat, its beams displays; From whence it causes wonder to behold A silver soil bedeck'd with streams of gold! Sloan was secretary. This work, of Dr.
Did Willie know that his fine first effort had been reprinted, with proper credit, in the great New York Planet? True, too, the illustrious D.K.T. had written Miss Angelina an abject apology, most witty and poetic, taking all the blame to himself and more than exonerating his high-principled friend Mr. Sloan.
Dan Sloan, and some more of the fellows that goes shooting and fishin' through the grounds, says they saw her a little girl growing up, with a pinched-nosed, starved looking mamselle for a governess, hawking her around them grounds an snatchin' her off if they came within a mile of her."
He is a very strong and daring man." "The tree!" ejaculated the detective's companion. He was from a neighbouring locality and remembered this one natural ladder up the side of the gully. "Yes, the tree," acknowledged Mr. Sloan. "That, or a fall. Let us hope it was not a fall." As he ceased, a long screech from an approaching locomotive woke up the echoes of the forest.
"How did you get hold of the message from the general manager?" asked Sloan abruptly. "Heard it. I can read Morse signals like print. Used to work for the Grand Trunk." "What doing?" "Boss of a wrecking gang." Bannon paused. Presently he went on. "Yes, there was two years when I slept with my boots on. Didn't know a quiet minute. Never could tell what I was going to get up against.
Mr. Sloan, who was at once their guide and host, promised that dawn would be upon them before they reached the huge gully which was the one dangerous feature of the road. But as yet there were no signs of dawn; and to Reuther, as well as to Mr.
Electric cars tearing along at a reckless speed, freight wagons heavily laden, newsboys screaming the call of extras, and emerging from behind log wagons, and everything betokening that clash of the old and the intensely new. At the Butler House the man behind the desk twirled the register toward him, and assigned him a room. "Sloan?" he replied to Dick's inquiry. "Oh, yes.
Every attempt on the part of the tutor to interpose, therefore, was met by uplifted and warning hand and prompt "Permit me" or "Permit Mr. Sloan to finish, if you please," which was galling in the last degree.
Sloan asked no questions until they had forded the stream and were back on the road. Then he inquired, "What's he going to do?" "Mend the bridge. I told him it had to be done to-night. Said he couldn't. Hadn't any lumber. Couldn't think of it I told him to pull down the lee side of his house if necessary; said you'd give him the lumber to build an annex on it." "What!" "Oh, it's all right.
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