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"Jim told me," Peter had confided to Jed Martin, "that he was going to get a posse from way-back and round Lawson up." This was wholly false. White never took any one into his business secrets, least of all Greyson for whom he had deep contempt. "But I don't call that clean to us-all, Jed.
"But wait till we get out in some of the way-back towns in the West." "I thought we were West now?" "Not until we get the other side of the Mississippi, we won't be. They don't call Indiana West. We'll be getting there pretty soon, too. According to the route card, we are going to make some pretty long jumps from this on." "We do not go to Chicago, do we?" "No.
"I saw many worse ones while we were out last season." "And you'll see a lot more this season. Wait till we get to playing some of those way-back western towns. I was out there with a show once, and I know what I'm talking about. Where are you berthed?" "I don't know," answered Phil. "Where are you?" "Car number fourteen. Haven't seen the old man, then?" "Mr. Sparling? No.
I was reading the other day Commander J. W. Gambier's Links in my Life, and was amused at the curious inconsistency which led the author first to sneer at Providence and then to bear striking witness to its fidelity. As a young fellow the Commander came to Australia and worked on a way-back station, but he had soon had enough.
He went straight to the clown's tent. Billy Blow was making up for the morning parade. Dressed up as a way-back farmer, he was to drive a hay wagon, breaking into the procession here and there along the line of march. Finally, when he had created a sensation, he was to drop his disguise and emerge in his usual popular ring character.
After which he produced from a small choice store a bottle of fifty-year-old brandy, and made the town major take it away in token of a friendship that began in the way-back days of 1915. All this may not sound like war, but I am trying to write down some of the average daily happenings in a field-artillery brigade that has seen as much service as any brigade in the new armies.
"My answer would be the same in either case. This is living, after the desert and its loneliness. I discovered one thing out there, however, myself. It was a surprise. My 'way-back ancestors must have been pirates." "Mine grew roses in southern France." "I am glad they eventually came to America," he said. "Are you so fond of candy, Mr. Winthrop?" "No." "Neither am I."
"There's a creek through the scrub, or I ain't no singer," he remarked. "And if there's a creek through the scrub, there's gold in the creek, and it's good enough to have a look at it before going on." "There's no gold in it," Gleeson exclaimed. "You say you've been there?" Peters asked. "No, I don't; but I say there's no gold in it. No more than there is in the creek way-back.
It's like carrying the Holy Grail to some of these way-back farmhouses. And I wish there were a thousand Parnassuses instead of this one. I'd never give it up if it weren't for my book: but I want to write about my ideas in the hope of stirring other folk up, too. I don't suppose there's a publisher in the country will take it!" "Try Mr. Decameron," I said. "He's always been very nice to Andrew."
Bad Bill Brough, a way-back tough Raised hell when he struck town; With gun-in-fist met Sergeant Twist It sure was some show-down. Cow Run was reached in the gathering dusk. Seen under winter conditions the drab little town looked dreary and uninviting enough as the party negotiated its main street.
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