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On the one hand we have the evidence of Whiting and Trimble, both experienced soldiers; on the other, in addition to the indirect evidence of Jackson's inaction, we have the statement of Major Dabney. "We heard no signs," says the chief of the staff, "of combat on Beaver Dam Creek until a little while before sunset.
He had almost asked Starling Tucker for the privilege of a seat beside him, but the occasion was really too great. Five blocks down Geneseo Street Starling had turned out to permit the passing of Trimble Cushman's loaded dray and he had inexplicably, terribly, kept on turning out when there was no longer need for it.
But I don't see why old Trimble need worry about them, for if we can't weather them there is plenty of room for us to pass them to leeward, after having done which we shall have plenty of time to decide upon our next move. That is our critical point." And he put his finger on Point du Raz. "I'm going on deck to see how things look."
He had nothing more to fear from Mr. Trimble, and he need not have run away, only he was afraid of the farmer. And for that reason he did not go back to camp, or send any word to Mr. Brown. But everything came out all right, and Mr. Trimble came over and told Tom how sorry he was for having been so unpleasant as to make him run away.
"As of the boys of Jim-Ned couldn't have a little innercent fun without Mis' Cullum settin' in jedgment on 'em!" sniffed Mrs. Leggett. "Shot up, Becky Leggett," said her mother, severely. "By time you've put up with a man's capers for twenty-five years, like Sissy Cullum have, you'll have the right to talk, an' not before." "They say Tobe is wellnigh out'n his mind," remarked Mrs. Trimble.
An' jus' afore sun up my man crawled out de back of de wagon. I told de boy to hol' de hosses till I fix somethin'. I whispered, 'Get back quick, for Gods sake, an' he whispered, 'Let's go back, I knows dey'll cotch us. 'Go back! Man, its death to go back; we'd be in jail in no time waitin' for de trader. An' he crawl back an' I tuck 'im up agin, an' we trimble like a popple leaf.
Trimble spoke of it many's the time, that first time he ever see me, in a leghorn hat with a feather; 't was one that mother had, an' pressed over." "When I think of them old sermons that used to be preached in that old meetin'-house of all, I'm glad it's altered over, so's not to remind folks," said Miss Rebecca Wright, after a suitable pause.
The little house had no windows, and only one door. And there was a queer smell about it, as though it had once been on fire. "That's a smoke-house," said Mr. Trimble. "It's where I smoke my hams and bacon. I hang them up in there, build a fire of corn-cobs and hickory wood chips, and make a thick smoke. The smoke dries the ham and bacon so it will keep all winter."
"You don't see him anywhere around here; do you?" asked Mr. Trimble. "No, I don't see him," said Mr. Brown, wondering why the farmer answered in that way. "Well, he isn't here," said Mr. Trimble, and he went on hoeing his potatoes, for he was in a field of them, near the road, when he spoke to Mr. Brown. As Bunny, Sue and their father walked on, Splash did not come with them.
Long before the afternoon when Roger swung boyishly off the train at Jordan, Isaiah Granger's fellow townsmen, led by Major Trimble, had become insistent in their demands that he give them first chance at that land right there in Jordan a demand which Granger had admitted to be entirely just.
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