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"Humph! then I guess I'll take the beef. Needn't mind wrappin' it up. So long." He departed bearing his purchases. When Mr. Simmons, proprietor of the store, returned, Alpheus told him that he "cal'lated" Captain Cy Whittaker was preparing to "go into a decline, or somethin'."
"We tied them seven bags up all weighin' equal, but we ain't jest sure how much dust they hold. Seven," he went on reflectively, "ther's on'y six an' a haf now, since them woodbugs got at 'em, 'fore we made this chest. I 'lows Victor's 'cute to locate the dust in them furs. It wa'n't a good layout wrappin' the bags in black fox pelts. Howsum, I'd like to know the value o' them bags.
"There is memories of pleasant evenin' hours, with the tea-table drawed up in front of the south door, and the sweet southern wind a comin' in over the roses, and the tender light of the sunset, and the waverin' shadows of the honeysuckles and mornin'-glorys, fallin' on us, wrappin' us all round, and wrappin' all of the rest of the world out."
They'll be sellin' sherry an' egg in all the saloons to-morrow at a dollar a flip. They ain't no starvin' orphan child in Dawson that won't be wrappin' its tummy around eggs. What d'ye think I run into? a geezer with three thousan' eggs d'ye get me? Three thousan', an' just freighted in from Forty Mile." "Fairy stories," Smoke doubted. "Fairy hell! I seen them eggs.
"Have you had breakfast?" asked Alan by way of a greeting. "Have," retorted Gus, pulling up his team awkwardly. "It's me wrappin' meself around tortillas till I feel like a bag o' corn meal." "I can't see that you've spent any great amount of that five dollars on yourself," interrupted Ned, noticing the tramp's unshaven face and the still visible traces of coal smoke. "Well, boss, ye'r right.
"Memories of how I have seen it a bendin' over the Word, in hours of peace and happiness, and hours of anxiety and trouble, a readin' every time about the eternal hills, and the shadow of the Rock, and the Everlastin' Arms that was a holdin' us both up, me and Josiah, and the Everlastin' Love that was wrappin' us round, helpin' us onward by these very joys, these very sorrows.
"W'y, honey, I neber seed de like o' putty rings you's got on. Da's like de speret o' light er wrappin' round yo' fingers." "Mammy, they are but glittering memories." "Yas'm, da do shine might'ly ef dat whut you means." Tom and Lou were going out. "Don't stray off," said Mrs. Mayfield. "We are going to the post office, you know."
And Scipio found the letter thrust out for him to take back. "Eh?" "I said 'tosh!" replied the gambler. "How'd you get that letter?" "It was flung in through the window. It was tied to a stone." "Yes?" "There was a wrappin' to it." Then Scipio's eyes began to sparkle at the recollection. "It was wrote on by the feller James," he went on in a low voice.
He died with it stuck up, an' with more mortgages on the land he had left than you could shake a stick at. Plantin' tomatoes wrapped up in wrappin' paper ever heard of that? Father snorted when he first seen the Porchugeeze doin' it. An' he went on snortin'. Just the same they got bumper crops, an' father's house-patch of tomatoes was eaten by the black beetles.
Conglomeration of human and inhuman such as the eyes of the refined seldom look upon.... Was this, indeed, the pleasantest place to work in town?... "Bunchin' and wrappin'," said MacQueen. "Filler's fed in from that basin on top. She slips in the binder machine rolls 'em together.... Ye can see here."
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