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'Went over the cliff Went kerplunk in the deep snow, er there'd have been nuthin' left uv us. Snow's meltin' jest as if it was July. Uncle Eb helped us into our heavy coats, and then with a blanket over his arm led us into the wet snow. We came out upon clear ice in a moment and picked our way along the lowering shore. At length Uncle Eb clambered up, pulling us up after him, one by one.
Then I fled, dodging Emsy's legs. Confused voices followed me; Aunt Nickerson's full of a nameless horror; Mate Snow's, thundering: "Brother Hemans, you will please continue the meeting. I will go and see what I can do. But your prayers are needed here." Poor Minister Malden! His hour had struck the hour so long awaited and now it was Mate Snow who should go to answer it.
It was at such a gathering, in which Y.D. and three companions sat about the little square table, that one of the visitors facetiously inquired of the rancher how his herd was progressing. "Not so bad, not so bad," said Y.D., casually. "Some winter losses, of course; snow's too deep this far up. Why?" "Oh, some of your neighbors down the valley say your cows are uncommon prolific."
"Uncle Sampson" was a very pleasant sound in Mr Snow's ears, and never more so, than when it came from the lips of Rose, and it was with a loving as well as an admiring look that he answered "Well I can't say which is the prettiest. You are both as pretty as you need to be. If you were as good as you are pretty!" Rose pouted, impatient of the laughter which this speech excited.
Only John Snow's niece, Mary, looking up from her hands folded in her lap, said: "Surely you must find it painful, Saul Haverick, to ship with such a wicked man and take the big shares of money that fall to his crew?" "Eh!" said Saul, frightened-like at her.
Snow's voice trembled. "If my darling William were here!" "Have you heard from William lately?" asked Lois, with supreme effort. "My dear, he's in Chicago. I came over to read you a letter from him that I got to-night. That new postman left it at the Scovels', by mistake, and they never sent it over until a little while ago. There was a sentence in it," Mrs.
Snow's about gone except on the north slopes an' on the peaks." "Then when may I we expect to see Dale?" "Three or four days, I reckon. I wish he was here now.... Miss Helen, there's trouble afoot." "I realize that. I'm ready. Did Las Vegas tell you about Beasley's visit to me?" "No. You tell me," replied Roy.
The rest of the bairns received the tidings of the change that was going to take place among them, in a very different way from Graeme. Their astonishment at the idea of Janet's marriage was great, but it did not equal their delight. Graeme was in the minority decidedly, and had to keep quiet. But then Janet was in the minority, too, and Mr Snow's suit was anything but prosperous for some time.
Kennicott clicking the receiver-hook to rouse the night telephone-operator, giving a number, waiting, cursing mildly, waiting again, and at last growling, "Hello, Gus, this is the doctor. Say, uh, send me up a team. Guess snow's too thick for a machine. Going eight miles south. All right. Huh? The hell I will! Don't you go back to sleep. Huh?
"Snow's wery deep on the steps, sir," said the rough. "D'you suppose I'm an ass?" exclaimed the elderly gentleman, in a sudden burst. "Well, sir," said the lively rough, in the grave tone and manner of one who has had a difficult question in philosophy put to him, "well, sir, I don't know about that." His large mouth expanded gradually from ear to ear after this reply.
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