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Updated: May 8, 2025
A Dutch minister writes to Captain SNOWDEN, O.C. of Boer Camp, Johannesburg: 'Sir, I am directed by the Committee of the Dutch Reformed Churches here to convey to you the appreciation of the Committee for the kindly interest and sympathy shown by you to the women and children under your charge.
We'll be having lots of fun in the war canoe after a few days." "How you going to get her fixed?" asked the other boy. "Hiram Driggs has taken the job, and you know what he can do with boats." "Whee! I'm glad on you're going to have the canoe fixed all right," nodded the other boy, and passed on. Forty-five minutes after Driggs' departure Jim Snowden came up with the truck.
Louis, before the Supreme Court of the United States in the now celebrated Snowden case is universally acknowledged by lawyers to have been masterly, and reminiscent of the great names of the profession in the past. Mr. Erwin is not dramatic.
"And you want me to trust him with my money some more? No, thank you." His tone changed insensibly. No one could be rough with Milly for long. Snowden volunteered some explanations of the tea and coffee business not related by Mrs. Ridge. It seemed that Horatio had made rather a mess of things all around.
Milly turned towards the rear of the loft where there were a number of little tables dotted with unwashed china cups, and grains of tea and coffee. Snowden followed her slowly, and leaned against a table. "What is it?" "Mr. Snowden," Milly began gently, "you are my father's oldest friend in the city." "Guess I know that." "He's very unhappy." "Has good reason to be." She made the direct appeal.
Instead the man cut the horse with his whip so that he shot forward down the narrow road. The buggy rocked and swayed, while Milly clung to the side. Snowden looked at her and smiled triumphantly. His face came nearer hers. Milly thought it handsome, but it was unpleasantly flushed, and Milly drew away. Suddenly she found herself in the grasp of her companion's free arm.
"We want to hear about the wild animals. Did they really get loose?" she asked, and she looked over her shoulder, as did Flossie and Mabel Herold. "Well, that's what Bill Snowden said," replied Jim Bates. "Of course I didn't see 'em run away myself, but I'm all ready for 'em, if I meet any bears, or lions or tigers," he added. "Ready for 'em how do you mean?" asked Bert.
When they had climbed the narrow, dark stairway to the second floor, Horatio flung open the door to the low, unpartitioned room that ran clear to the rear of the building. A man rose from behind the solitary desk near the front window. "Let me introduce you to the Company," Horatio announced with gravity. "Mr. Snowden, my daughter!"
"I always have my war paint on," grinned Teddy, as he started toward the private office, following Conley and Phil Forrest. The three ranged up before the car manager, who surveyed them with glowering face. "What have you done today?" he demanded, fixing his gaze on Billy. "We got up more than four hundred sheets of paper." "Four hundred sheets!" groaned Snowden. "What have you fellows been doing?
"If he isn't dead now, he can't be killed. Pull him out and throw him overboard!" Phil flashed an indignant look at Mr. Snowden. By this time others had come to his assistance. It required their united efforts to rescue Teddy from his perilous predicament. They hauled him out and laid him on the door. "Teddy, Teddy!" cried Phil, but Tucker made no reply.
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