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Balsam when he attended an old stage-driver, Gilsey by name, and cut a bullet out of what he called his "off-leg." This was the veiled Golconda. To the original name of Humboldt the picturesque and humorous mountaineer had given the name of "Gumbolt."
Everybody was limp, when we reached the bottom that is, I was limp, and I suppose the others were. The stage-driver knew I was frightened, because I sat still and looked white and he came and lifted me out. He lived in a small cabin at the bottom of the mountain; I talked with him some.
"Do you know," said she, "I think I heard of a stage-driver wasn't it somewhere out West who was taking a school-teacher from the railroad to the schoolhouse and he well, that is to say " "He said things " "Yes, that is it. He said things, you know. Now, he had never seen the school-teacher before."
"Miss Slocum, I don't know how to put it, and I don't know what mean things you are going to think of me" And now Mamie began to sympathize with the big stage-driver, who seemed as much embarrassed as she. "The fact is, Mr. Francis asked me to see you." "Mr. Francis is a good friend of mine. He secured the school at Graniteville for me."
Well, I should say I do it takes a woman to get a good supper, and cheer it with her presence, sitting at the head of the table and pouring the coffee. "This old man was a retired stage-driver, and was doing the wrangling act for the stage-horses.
Union, on the railway, is the forlornest of little villages, with some three hundred inhabitants and a forlorn hotel, kept by an ex- stage-driver. The village, which lies on the Holston, has no drinking-water in it nor enterprise enough to bring it in; not a well nor a spring in its limits; and for drinking-water everybody crosses the river to a spring on the other side.
Ward's literary efforts, along about that time, consisted of cutting notches in the window-sill beside his bunk. On the day when the stage-driver gave Billy Louise's letter to Phoebe, Ward cut a deeper, wider notch, thinking that day was Christmas. Under the notch he scratched a word with the point of his knife. It had four letters, and it told eloquently of the state of mind he was in.
She was soon back in her runabout, driving homeward fast as whip and voice could urge the horse. She thought she could reason out what McKinstra and the stage-driver would do. Mesa was twenty-five miles distant, the "Monte Cristo" mine seventeen. Nearer than these points there was no telephone station except the one at the Lee ranch.
These splendors burn and this panorama passes night after night down at the end of Nova Scotia, and all for the stage-driver, dozing along on his box, from Antigonish to the strait. "Here you are," cries the driver, at length, when we have become wearily indifferent to where we are. We have reached the ferry. The dawn has not come, but it is not far off.
"Yes, I have heard of that story," said Franklin, smiling as he recalled the somewhat different story of Sam and the waiter girl. "I don't just recollect all about it." "It seems to me that the stage-driver said something er, like maybe he said it was 'like forgotten music' to him." Franklin coloured. "The story was an absurdity, like many others about the West," he said.
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