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Colonel Hall, a brave soldier, commanded the rear of the Swede's left wing; he fought like a lion, but was slain, and most of his regiment cut off, though not unrevenged, for they entirely ruined Furstenberg's regiment of foot.
I recall the Swede's remark about moving on next day, and I was just thinking that I fully agreed with him, when I turned with a start and saw the subject of my thoughts standing immediately in front of me. He was quite close. The roar of the elements had covered his approach. "You've been gone so long," he shouted above the wind, "I thought something must have happened to you."
"Ut's a crooked game, shtealin' Appleton's logs, an' haulin' um wid Appleton's teams, an' drawin' Appleton's wages fer doin' ut. "Now, bechune man an' man, th' big Swede's th' brains av th' gang. He's a whole lot shmar-rter'n phwat he lets on. Such ain't th' nature av men, but 'tis th' way av women."
And if she went out to the barn at meal time he made some excuse for not walking back with her. "Dost thou know," she asked of Penn one day, "where Andrew goes in these curious absences? His father is troubled, but he will not say a word." "He went, one day, across the river to Swede's Ford. It was about some wood," he said. "And he hath a friend on the Lancaster road.
I found nothing else to do but to offer him one of my good Swede's ship's biscuits I had in my pocket. The fingers closed slowly on it and held there was no other movement and no other glance. He had tied a bit of white worsted round his neck Why? Where did he get it? Was it a badge an ornament a charm a propitiatory act? Was there any idea at all connected with it?
I am sure he is taking out a pistol now to make sure of getting a good aim at me this time! Happily, his fears were not of long duration, for a sudden call in good German of, 'Hillner, the major wants you, relieved him of the Swede's presence. 'Hillner! whispered Conrad to himself. 'I wonder whether everybody with black hair and a red beard is called Hillner.
The barkeeper took his coin and maneuvered it through its reception by the highly nickelled cash-machine. A bell rang; a card labelled "20 cts." had appeared. "No," continued the Swede, "this isn't too bad weather. It's good enough for me." "So?" murmured the barkeeper, languidly. The copious drams made the Swede's eyes swim, and he breathed a trifle heavier. "Yes, I like this weather. I like it.
It was as if he expected Heyst's usual white suit of the tropics to change into a shining garment, flowing down to his toes, and a pair of great dazzling wings to sprout out on the Swede's shoulders and didn't want to miss a single detail of the transformation. But if Heyst was an angel from on high, sent in answer to prayer, he did not betray his heavenly origin by outward signs.
Presently the baby commenced to crow, and bounce up and down in the Swede's arms, at the same time leaning forward with little hands out-reaching toward the young woman. She could not withstand the appeal, and with a low cry she sprang to her feet and gathered the baby to her breast. For a few minutes she wept silently, her face buried in the baby's soiled little dress.
Philip had risen, when the Swede's voice came to him in a choking cry. Prepared for the rush he had expected, Olaf was making an observation through the gun-crevice. Suddenly, without turning his head, he yelled back at them: "Good God it's Bram Bram Johnson!" Even Celie realized the thrilling import of the Swede's excited words.
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