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Some fellows were talking just at our elbow, and one says, 'Yonder's the new governor of Massachusetts at that table over there with the ladies. We took a good look my mate and I, for we hadn't either of us ever see a governor before. I looked and looked at that face and then all of a sudden it popped on me! But didn't give any sign.
'Well, yonder's Hat Island and we can't make it. All the watches closed with a snap, everybody sighed and muttered something about its being 'too bad, too bad ah, if we could only have got here half an hour sooner! and the place was thick with the atmosphere of disappointment. Some started to go out, but loitered, hearing no bell-tap to land. The sun dipped behind the horizon, the boat went on.
Oakes for a bad half-hour, and demanded a public retraction of the insult. At about the same time a dapper stranger who had come up in the elevator with Mr. "Yonder's your bird," said Mr. Sloan, pointing to a poetic-looking young man at a desk in a corner. Crossing to the poet, who was absorbed in his day' poesy and talking to himself as he versified, the stranger smiled and spoke.
After a time he saw us gathered there and came over to where we were. His eyes were large and his wrinkled features twitched with eagerness. He seemed very old; he had traveled to the farthest lands. "Men," he cried in his thin, windy voice, "yonder's the moon." The moon indeed was there. There was no reason to gainsay him.
Before us, miles away, all capped with clouds of gold and red was the sunset country, but still beyond the mountains. The gray colt halted to catch his breath, and with the whip I pointed to the west, glowing with the warm evening fires. "Yonder's Happy Valley, Tip," I said, "miles away still. It will take us another day to reach it."
A little leather shoe with a row o' brass nails an' a brass toe. Now, by that 'ere token I know you belongs to us. Yonder's yer father, and yonder's yer brother; nobody and nothin' can't take you from us now." Mary burst into tears. It was too dreadful to find that this woman knew all about her; was it possible that she belonged to her in any way?
Right yonder's where I saw Injun Joe poke up his candle, Huck!" Huck stared at the mystic sign awhile, and then said with a shaky voice: "Tom, less git out of here!" "What! and leave the treasure?" "Yes leave it. Injun Joe's ghost is round about there, certain." "No it ain't, Huck, no it ain't. It would ha'nt the place where he died away out at the mouth of the cave five mile from here."
Swiftly-flying clouds, hardy sailors through air! Mortal hath roamed with ye, sailed with ye, ne'er! Greetings of love to my youthful home bear! I am a prisoner, I am in chains, Ah, not a herald, save ye, now remains, Free through the air hath your path ever been, Ye are not subject to England's proud queen! Yonder's a fisherman trimming his boat.
"D'ye hear it, Martin, did ye hear it? Shoot the poor rogues d'ye say? Sink me, but I will so if Fortune be so kind. Yonder's short shrift and quick dispatch for me, shipmate, and then the women! Think of my Lady Joan writhing in their clutches. Hark'ee to the lewd rogues 'tis women now hark to 'em!"
Now for the thatch, that was the next consideration. "Master!" cried Guapo, pointing off into the woods. "Yonder's `bussu, very thing for thatch!" Guapo indicated a very singular-looking tree, with a thick, clumsy, crooked, and deeply ringed stem. It was not a bit like either of the palm-trees they had already cut down. Its trunk was not over ten or a dozen feet high, but then, such leaves!
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