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"Stillhouse Island, yes, sir. What do you know about that?" "A remarkable woman!" "Yes, sir I I've got some photographs," and Carline turned to a writing desk built into the motorboat. He brought out fifteen or twenty photographs. Terabon looked at them eagerly.
I've made more than 60,000 words in notes already, and the more I make the more I despair of getting it all down. Why, right here New Madrid, Island 10, and and " "And me?" she asked. "Did you stop at Gage?" "At Stillhouse Island," he admitted, circumspectly. "Mr.
Why, he's be'n right into a stillhouse, drunk the moonshine an' no revenue hearn of hit, the way some feared. My sister wrote me. I want to talk to him, Buck, but but not let them outside know." "I'll fix it," Buck promised, carrying out steaming coffee, a plate of sandwiches, and two big oranges for the parson. He returned, filled up the trays for the others, and took them out.
"I could have got a kind of a meal," he admitted, "but you see I was worried a good deal. Did you stop at Stillhouse Island?" "Where's that?" "Just above Gage, kind of across from St. Genevieve." "Let's see oh, yes. There was an old fellow there, what's his name? He told me if I happened to see his daughter I should tell her to write him, for her mother wanted to hear." "He said that!
There was no reply, immediate or audible; he was near the limits of his endurance; he drew his arm back to throw the Bible into the flames of his fireplace, but that he could not do. He tossed it upon the shelf, drew his hat down upon his ears and at the approach of night started over the ridges to the Kalbean stillhouse. He stalked down a ridge into that split-board shack of infamy.
"But the stillhouse bein' close an' the licker bein' free I took to the licker, an' the licker took to me. I took to the licker, till I reeled an' I fell, An' the whole cussed drove went a-trailin' off to hell." Ump arose and waved his pitcher. "Hold up, Parson," he said. "Here's to them merry maids that got lost in the shuffle. 'Tain't like you to lose 'em." The suggestion was timely.
"I'm er goin' mighty fast, Dicky," she said, in a voice that was scarcely audible. "Whar's yer paw?" Bending closer to the face upon the pillow, the lad pointed with trembling finger toward the other end of the cabin and whispered, while his eyes grew big with fear, "Sh , he's full ergin. Bin down ter th' stillhouse all evenin' Don't stir him, maw, er we'll git licked some more.
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