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"Something wrong down yonder!" growled McWha, his expectations of a hot supper crumbling into dust. As he spoke, Walley Johnson sprang past him and went loping down the hill with long, loose strides like a moose. Red McWha followed very deliberately with the teams. He resented anything emotional. And he was prepared to feel himself aggrieved.

Some day a girl will happen along who won't disappoint me, and then I'll be so set back, I allow I won't have courage to get outen the walley. Had I knowd yesterday how as all the courtin' I've done since the first of last June was to come tumblin' down on my head to-night like ceilin' plaster, not a wink of sleep would I 'a' had. Now I know it. Does I look like I was goin' to jump down the well?

Fully bearing out the faith which Walley Johnson had so confidently expressed back in the dead man's cabin, Jimmy Brackett, the cook, on whom would necessarily devolve the chief care of this new member of his family, jumped to the proposal of the Boss with enthusiastic support.

J.R. Brooke, S. Corah, and W.I. Nelson, while within the same month, or shortly afterwards, 2nd. Lieuts. L.A. Nelson, J.H. Ball, P. Measures, T.L. Boynton, W.C. Walley, W. Lambert, M.F. Poynor, and J.A. Wortley all arrived.

My father and mother were both great lovers and honourers of clergymen, but all of Cambridge, and chiefly Doctor Bamberge, Doctor Howlsworth, Broanbricke, Walley, and Mickelthite, and Sanderson, with many others. We lived in great plenty and hospitality, but no lavishness in the least, nor prodigality, and, I believe, my father never drank six glasses of wine in his life in one day.

"But I ax you, as Boss, be this here camp a camp, er a camp-meetin'? Walley Johnson kin go straight to hell; but ef you sez we 'ain't to sing nawthin' but hymns, why, o' course, it's hymns for me till I kin git away to a camp where the hands is men, an' not wet-nurses!" "That's all right, Red!" said the Boss.

He professes to be cook, groom, and 'walley', and is sure you would be pleased with his attentions. Well, to go back to Gnadenthal. I wandered all over the village on Sunday afternoon, and peeped into the cottages.

Friday, Went again, about 7. a-clock; found there Mr. John Walley and his wife: sat discoursing pleasantly. Madam W. serv'd Comfeits to us. I urg'd Mr. Walley to Crave a Blessing; but he put it upon me. About 9. they went away. I ask'd Madam what fashioned Neck-lace I should present her with, She said, None at all.

Stooping over the dead man, he picked him up, straightened him out decently on his bunk, and covered him away from sight with the blankets. "Ye needn't be so crusty to the kid, when she wants to make up to ye!" protested Walley, as the little one turned back to him with a puzzled look in her tearful blue eyes.

His wife was a Miss Sarah Walley of Brookline, and Wendell himself was their eighth child, born November 29th, 1811 a year memorable for the appearance of a comet with six tails. During his boyhood, the family lived in a large mansion house in Old Cambridge, which has since been occupied by Professor Andrews Norton and his son.