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And let me tell you, boy, if I'm any judge of men, the time will come when you won't feel so bad to lose half a dozen horses, as you feel now to be traded out of Flora and Fanny, and make a hundred dollars by the trade. Get up, Flora; go long, Fanny; good-by, Jake!" And they drove off to the Border Wars. I had made my first sacrifice to the cause of the productiveness of the Vandemark Farm.
I was just past thirteen when I had my great wrestle with loneliness and desertion that night under the old apple-tree at Tempe; and the next three and a half years are not of much concern to the reader who is interested only in the history of Vandemark Township.
Burns," said Pitt Bushyager, "this is Mr. "Vandemark," said I: "Jacob Vandemark" you see I did not know then that my correct name is Jacobus. "Mine's Bushyager," said he, "Pitt Bushyager, Got a raft of brothers and sisters so you'll know us better after a while. Mr. Burns, this is Mr. Vandemark." "Glad to meet you, Mr.
It makes very little difference after all, for most of the neighbors call me Old Jake Vandemark, and some of the very oldest settlers still call me Cow Vandemark, because I came into the county driving three or four yoke of cows which make just as good draught cattle as oxen, being smarter but not so powerful.
In fact, I did not read anything in those days; and I do not believe that Magnus and Rowena knew for some time anything more about this vile and slanderous item than I did. It was only by the way we were treated that we felt that the cold shoulder of the little world of Vandemark Township and Monterey County was turned toward us.
"I'll bet the oysters for the crowd, Squire Vandemark," he went on deviling me, "that you couldn't perform the marriage ceremony." Now here he came closer to my abilities, for I had been through a marriage ceremony lately, and I have a good memory and oysters were a novelty in Iowa, coming in tin cans and called cove oysters, put up in Baltimore.
"Glad to make your acquaintance," said Gowdy; "and may I crave the acquaintance of our young Argonaut here?" "Let me present Mr. " said Doctor Bliven, "Mr. Mr. "Vandemark," said I. "Let me present Mr. Vandemark," said the doctor, "a very obliging young man to whom I am already under many obligations, many obligations."
Didn't I think I'd like it if I changed my way of writing my name to J. Teunis Vandemark? "I like to have you call me Teunis," I said; "but I wouldn't like to have any one else do it. I like to have you have a name to call me by that nobody else uses."
Vandemark wanted to see me. "She ain't Mrs. Vandemark," I corrected. "Her name is Rowena Fewkes." "I make it a habit," said the widow, whose name was Mrs. Williams, "to speak in the present tense." Whatever she may have meant was a problem to me; but I went in. Rowena lay in my bed, and beside her was a little bundle wrapped in a blanket made of one of my flannel sheets.
And she sprang up, and would have run off, I believe, if Buckner Gowdy had not overtaken her, and coaxingly led her back into the house. We come now into a new state of things in the history of Vandemark Township. We meet not only the things that made it, but the actors in the play.
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