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Updated: June 1, 2025
I reckon most everybody in camp's turned in." Piegan had a bulky roll of bedding under the wagon. Spread to its full width, it was ample for three ordinary men. We had just got out of our outside garments and were snuggling down between the blankets when Mac came slopping through the puddles that were now gathering in every depression.
They were going to enjoy themselves to-night while they could, while they still felt innocent and clean and jolly. He stooped for a moment over the crib where his little son lay curled and snuggling, his face hidden, his head, with its crop of dark hair, showing like the fur of some soft burrowing animal. He freed the little mouth muffled in bedclothes, and tucked the blankets closer.
There is no mild and delicate waving of fronds in the air. He means to sit down firmly on the top of his comrades. I don't think I ever saw anything with such a muscular pull on you can't lift his leaves up; look, he resists with all his might! Just consider the immense force which he is using: he is not merely snuggling down: he is just hauling things about.
She dimpled up at him, snuggling herself in the arm that still encircled her shoulders. "Of course it will." She balanced her racquet on the top of his head as he bent adoringly over her. "Of course it will, unless your grim old Presbyterians manse all the life out of me." "If it ever begins, tell me," he begged, "and we'll join the Salvation Army. There's life enough even for you."
Once when Keith had reined in to breathe the horse, they heard the droning crescendo hum of a new swarm of bees passing overhead. "Isn't this nice!" cried Nan, snuggling against Keith's arm. Suddenly, over the crest and down the other side, they came on sand hills. The horse plodded along at a walk.
She gave it with a little confiding, snuggling movement, and she continued: "You must believe, because I have thought it all out, whereas to you it is new. If I were a proper-spirited girl" she rebuked his negation with a gesture "if I were a proper-spirited girl I know I should leave Mrs. Chater at once walk out and not care what I might suffer rather than stay where I had been insulted.
She thought suddenly of her warm bed, put her finger in her book, kissed her father's bald spot between two yawns, and went upstairs. The dreams went, too. There was nothing in this neglected, lonely day, typical of all her days, to check them. It was delicious, snuggling down in the chilly sheets, to go on dreaming. Again she was riding alone in the woods. Again Clown was running away.
It is the children's favorite pew only, I imagine, because they don't always sit there. Hugh sat very close to me, and kept on giving little wriggles and gazing up at me, then at Mr. Dudley, and snuggling closer to me as if to emphasize the superiority of his position over that of Mr. Dudley. "Hugh," I whispered, "you must behave." "He didn't sit next you, after all," he whispered.
Work on the camp finished, the Overland Riders put out the fire and turned in, Henry rolling himself up into a furry ball, Hindenburg snuggling down between Tom and Hippy. Only forest sounds, now faint and far away, marred the solemn impressive stillness of the Big North Woods, a stillness that was destined to be rudely interrupted ere the dawn of another day.
But he followed his advice about taking the Coyote trail, and the following day when he made the trip to Dry Bottom he returned that way. About half way between Dry Bottom and the Circle Bar he came upon a little adobe cabin snuggling an arroyo through which trickled a small stream of water.
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