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On the tenth day of their wanderings in the Great Cañon Glover began to complain of rheumatism. "These cussed draughts!" he groaned. "It's jest like travellin' in a bellows nozzle." "Wid the divil himself at the bellys," added Sweeny. "Faix, an' I wish he'd blow us clane out intirely. I'm gittin' tired o' this same, I am. I didn't lisht to sarve undher ground."
So before they started on again next mornin' they tied Jack to a millstone, and left him there. That night again, when they went to stop from their travellin', what would you have of it but there was me brave Jack once more, not a hundred parches behind them, and he dragging the millstone after him.
Old Doctor Hurlbut's pretty low, ninety-four year old, born in '67, folks ain't ginerally very spry after they're ninety, but he held out wonderful." "How's Mr. Bradshaw?" "Well, the young squire, he's off travellin' somewhere in the West, or to Washin'ton, or somewhere else, I don't jestly know where. They say that he's follerin' up the courts in the business about old Malachi's estate.
Josiah said that he should see Uncle Sime Bentley and Deacon Henzy about naming over the Jonesville streets the minute he got home. Sez he, "How uneek it will be to trot along through Josiah's Never Ending Success, or Prosperous Interesting Josiah, or the Glorious Pathmaster, or the Divine Travellin' Deacon, or sunthin' else uneek and well meanin'."
"Oh dear no, sir; only shook a bit." "Are you alone?" asked Edwin, seating himself beside his friend. "Yes, sir; but la, sir, I don't think nothink of travellin' alone. I'm used to it, sir."
A day from Buck Pond, steady travellin', ought, in my idee, to git us out to the cars. I'll do my best to git ye thar." Thus it was hurriedly decided that the trapper should lead the way. Holcomb suggested that he and the trapper should return to the burned camp in the hope, if possible, of finding something left which might be of use on the journey.
"Nope. Nothin' doin'. Say, lemme sleep, will ye?" "Sure," said Creede, "when I git through with you. Which way was them sheep travellin'?" "Well, some was goin' straight up over the Four Peaks and the rest was p'intin' west. You and your old horn I nigh blowed my fool head off and never got a rise! They was all blowin' them horns over by the Pocket this aft."
"Most times now," he went on, as he leaned forward and patted the dog, "I let the old dog have his way don't I, dog? but then it warn't a week ago that 'twas t'other way. Me and him was follerin' a buck on Bald Mountin, and he got set on goin' by way of West Branch, 'stead of travellin' a leetle mite to the south, what would have brung us aout, as I figger it, jest this side o' Munsey's.
Old Doctor Hurlbut's pretty low, ninety-four year old, born in '67, folks ain't ginerally very spry after they're ninety, but he held out wonderful." "How's Mr. Bradshaw?" "Well, the young squire, he's off travellin' somewhere in the West, or to Washin'ton, or somewhere else, I don't jestly know where. They say that he's follerin' up the courts in the business about old Malachi's estate.
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