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Updated: June 26, 2025
The added moisture of this spring, as is often the case, nourished a vigorous growth of succulent green grass, which was also turned to good account. Just as the boys finished eating, they were startled by the whinney and stamp of a horse near them. They looked inquiringly at the Sauk, who smiled and nodded in a fashion which showed that the animal belonged to him.
Whinney foolishly tried to compete with Swank by means of his camera foolishly, I say, though the result was one of the finest spectacles I have ever witnessed. For days Whinney had been stalking Swank, photographing everything he painted. In a darkroom of closely woven panjandrus leaves the films were developed and a proof rushed off to Baahaabaa long before the artist had finished his picture.
It was this predominant feature though I anticipate our actual decision which ultimately settled our choice of a name for the new archipelago, the Filbert Islands, now famous wherever the names of Whinney, Swank and Traprock are known. It was now about half-past two bells and an excellent time to make a landing, preparations for which were forthwith set in motion.
These are only a few of the treasures contained in the museum, which was built chiefly through the generosity of the late Lord and Lady Armstrong, Colonel John Joicey of Newton Hall, Stocksfield, and Mr. Edward Joicey of Whinney House. The new Victoria Infirmary, on the Leazes, is a magnificent building, and was opened by King Edward VII. in 1906.
I spoke very seriously of the lack of precedent for the step which we were considering and of what my people in Derby, Conn., would say when they learned that a Traprock had married a Filbert. Swank replied with some heat that he didn't believe that anything could be said in Derby that hadn't been said already and Whinney was much more eloquent on the affirmative than he had been on the negative.
He would have sworn that he had heard the shrill, anxious whinney of a horse not far away. He turned and examined the gulch, but it was narrow and grassy and had no possible place of concealment, and save himself and his own horse it was empty. And it was not his own horse that whinnied he was sure of that. Also, he was sure that he had-not dreamed it. A horse had called insistently.
She was a lovely little thing with a lovely name, Lupoba-Tilaana, "Mist-on-the-Mountain." "Swank," I said, "that's a ten-strike. The mountain is a little out of focus but the mist is immense!" He squirted me with yellow ochre. Whinney was in his element. Ornithology, botany, ethulology, he took them all on single-handed.
Whinney and I used to sing, "He's always tattooing rainbows!" but artistic vanity was proof against such bourgeoisie. Baahaabaa was tireless in suggesting new subjects for him to paint.
Slowly I fought my way back to consciousness. Triplett was sitting in a corner still clutching the hammer. On the floor lay Whinney and William Henry Thomas, their twisted legs horribly suggestive of death. "Air," I gasped. Triplett feebly wrenched out the nail and we managed to pull the hatch far enough back to squeeze through.
It is an excellent picture though Whinney, with the raptiousness of the scientist, claims that one of the eggs moved. Just before we left the mountain beach my own radiant Daughter of Pearl and Coral made a discovery which in the light of after events was destined to play an important part in our adventures.
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