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Updated: June 25, 2025
If I stay talkin' the sun'll go down on us. Don't yu' let me get started agin. Just you shet me off twiced anyway each twenty-four hours." He began to descend with his pack-horse and the first load. All afternoon they went up and down over the hot bare face of the hill, until the baggage, heavy and light, was transported and dropped piecemeal on the shore.
"Fly-away!" exclaimed Uncle Tucker, "now Sister Viney's never going to forgive me that Bible slip-up if I don't persuade her from now on till supper. But there is nothing more for you to do out here, Rose Mary, the sun'll put out the light for you," and he hurried away down the path and through the garden gate.
The sun'll be pretty powerful by noon, and the snow'll soon be slush. Now's your chance to get your traps up in a hurry. I can have a two-hoss sled ready in half an hour, and if you say so I can hire a big sleigh of a neighbor, and we'll have everything here by dinner-time. After you get things snug, you won't care if the bottom does fall out of the roads for a time.
Dean nobody ever makes coffee like you can at a picnic. Now, if it's ready, I think everything else is; well, it soon will be with such a fire, and the corn's not done, anyway. Do you think the sun'll get round so as to shine on the table? I see it's creeping this way pretty fast, and they're all so scattered over the woods there's no telling when we will get every one here to eat.
"Yu live close to yoreself or I'll throw yu so high th' sun'll duck," replied Frenchy, a smile illuminating his face. "Hey, cookie," remarked Hopalong confidentially, "I know who put up this joke on yu. Yu ask Billy who hid th' hat," suggested the tease. "Here he comes now see how queer he looks." "Th' mournful Piute," ejaculated the cook. "I'll shore make him wish he'd kept on his own trail.
The sun'll be an hour breakin' up thet mist, an' we can't clear out till then. Mebbe we won't have no chance to light another fire soon." With these bordermen everything pertaining to their lonely lives, from the lighting of a fire to the trailing of a redskin, was singularly serious. No gladsome song ever came from their lips; there was no jollity around their camp-fire.
But the other voices kept breaking in, drowning out the soft voice with groans, and strings of whining oaths. "An' he said I could sit on the porch, an' the sun'll be so warm an' quiet, an' the garden'll smell so good, an' the beach'll be all white, an' the sea..." Andrews felt his head suddenly rise in the air and then his feet. He swung out of the darkness into a brilliant white corridor.
Hit takes a heap er scrougin' For ter git you thoo Hop light, ladies, Oh, Miss Loo! Ef you niggers don't watch, you'll sing anudder chune, Fer de sun'll rise'n ketch you ef you don't be mighty soon; En de stars is gittin' paler, en de ole gray coon Is a settin' in de grape-vine a watchin' fer de moon. W'en a feller comes a knockin' Des holler Oh, shoo! Hop light, ladies, Oh, Miss Loo!
"Then it's war?" Bull shrugged at the challenge. "I'm quite indifferent," he said coldly. There was a moment of tense silence. Then the Swede smiled. "You're ready then to let the fool public benefit at your expense?" "No." A smile of real humor flashed in Bull's eyes. "At yours." "You mean you think to smash us?" "Just as sure as the sun'll rise to-morrow.
Only too well she knew that her friend snatched sleep in briefest intervals, incessantly disturbed by racking pain. A stream of light flashed past her, dashing like a meteor towards the village and disappearing before she could see the figure. 'There goes Jinny, cried some one, 'always working to the very last. The interfering sun'll catch her if she doesn't look out!
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