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On the wide mantel was a quantity of homemade cigars from which those of us who were "slaves to the filthy weed" made selections, and on the broad piazza were illustrating the wise man's definition of a cigar, "a roll of nausea with fire on one end and a fool on the other," when the air resounded with loud reports like pistol-shots and shouts of "whoa, whe, gee," rebel yells and barking of dogs; then a multitude of cattle dashed into view urged on by a cavalcade of men, women and children.
I now made a signal to these men to halt, Drewyer obeyed but Shields who afterwards told me that he did not obseve the signal still kept on the Indian halted again and turned his horse about as if to wait for me, and I beleive he would have remained untill I came up whith him had it not been for Shields who still pressed forward. whe I arrived within about 150 paces I again repepeated the word tab-ba-bone and held up the trinkits in my hands and striped up my shirt sieve to give him an opportunity of seeing the colour of my skin and advanced leasure towards him but he did not remain untill I got nearer than about 100 paces when he suddonly turned his hose about, gave him the whip leaped the creek and disapeared in the willow brush in an instant and with him vanished all my hopes of obtaining horses for the preasent.
I'll have to break down a door leading to the upper part of the house, but that will not be difficult. Here's an axe or two. Good Lord, I'm soaked!" "Whe where are we going?" she gasped, as he drew her across the earthern floor. "Upstairs. It's comfortable up there." They were at the foot of the narrow stairway. She held back. "Never! It's the the haunted house! I can't Randolph." "Pooh!
"But the cah was so wa'm, I neva suff'ed a mite." "Well," I summarized, "it must be a great advantage to all the people along the line." "Well, you wouldn't 'a' thought so, from the kick they made." "I suppose the cottagers" the summer colony "didn't like the noise." "Oh yes; that's what I mean. The's whe' the kick was. The natives like it. I guess the summa folks 'll like it, too."
"Wey, the captain said the dog was left as a safeguard against bein' boarded and claimed as a derelict; but Jimmy swore that the dog wasn't there when he gat aboard, and neebody saa what becam' on't, and so the matter rests. They often say te him, 'Whe tossed the dog ower board? and aa believe he's nearly mordered half a dozen big men for sayin' sic things."
The genuine apple-eater comforts himself with an apple in its season, as others do with a pipe or a cigar. When he has nothing else to do, or is bored, he eats an apple. While he is waiting for the train he eats an apple, sometimes several of them. Whe he takes a walk he arms himself with apples. His traveling-bag is full of apples. He offers an apple to his companion, and takes one himself.
And there in a stall stood a sleek Indian Texas pony, quite the finest little animal he had ever seen. "Wh whe where did he come from!" gasped the astonished boy. "You earned him, Tad, and the money you brought home this evening will complete the purchase price. You shall accompany the Pony Riders on their trip to the Rockies " "But " "Mr.
Meanwhile how fared it with Capitola in the Hidden House? "I am in for it now!" said Cap, as she closed the door behind Clara; "I am in for it now! This is a jolly imprudent adventure! What will Wool do when he discovers that he has 'lost sight' of me? What will uncle say when he finds out what I've done? Whe ew! Uncle will explode!
Well, let them come! I'll be ready for them!" said the outlaw, pouring out and quaffing a large glass of brandy. He drank it, set down the glass, and turning to our little heroine, inquired: "Capitola did you ever have Craven Le Noir here to supper with you?" "You insult me! I scorn to reply!" said Cap. "Whe ew! What long whiskers our Grimalkin's got! You scorn to reply!
The old woman arose and hobbled toward him, leaning upon a great cane. "Whe where's Mr. King?" called out Hobbs. She stopped above him and he could see her face. Mr. Hobbs was chilled to the bone. Her arm was raised, a bony finger pointing to the treetops above her hovel. "He's gone. Didn't you see him? He went off among the treetops. You won't see him again."
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