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"All right, all right. Now tell me about yourself. Have you had a good voyage? How do you like your owners? How did Zach Foster ever get the packet in through yesterday's fog?" "Voyage was all right. Some rugged weather on the trip out, but homeward bound we slid along like a slush bucket on a greased plank. Owners are all right. Good people as ever I sailed for.
Bet me five cents, he did, and I took him up. And then I went and got the bottle out of the soup tureen in the closet and fetched it and showed it to him. 'There! says I. 'There's your drink, Zach Bloomer, says I. 'Now hand over my five cents. 'Hold on, Posy, he says, 'hold on. I said a drink.
Cat-tailed no, rat-tailed um " "Cactus." Galusha supplied the word. "That's it," said Zach. "That would do it. 'Old man Zach'us Shinned up a cactus Have to step lively, wouldn't he?" he added, with a chuckle. Primmie sniffed. "Silly!" she retorted. "What was that pretty piece of poetry you told me the other day that had my name in it, Mr. Bangs?
Don't know what's the matter with me to-night, seem to be kind of of upset or somethin'. Zach, turn them lamps down; more'n that, way down low.... That'll do. Now all hands hold hands. Make a a kind of ring out of yourselves. That's it. Now what else was it, Marietta?" "Music," faltered Miss Hoag, who seemed rather overawed by the captain's intensity and savage earnestness.
The instant he raised it above his head to strike Frank, Mr Lathrope catching sight of it, had "drawn a bead on it," as he would have expressed it, without delay. "No, sirree, I guess not, as long as old Zach hain't forgot to handle the shootin'-irons!" he continued. "I fancy, mister, I've spiled your murdering little game; an' now we'll go in for a rough and tumble, I opine!"
Its formation, indeed, was so rapid that it presented the appearance of having been caused by the ignition of a fine train of gunpowder. These curious appearances were not an absolute novelty. Weber in 1791, and Von Zach in 1820, had seen the "beads"; Van Swinden had described the "belts" or "threads."
Well! well! well! but den Zachariah allus did have a mighty sweet voice. He tu'k hit aftah his mammy. Well, I sholy is hopin' to see dat boy. He was allus my favorite, aldough I reckon a body ain' got no livin' right to have favorites among dey chilluns. But Zach was allus sich a good boy." The men turned away.
Galusha, after waiting a moment, sat down also. Primmie seemed to be wrestling with a mental problem, but characteristically she could not wrestle in silence. "What was it I wanted to ask you, Mr. Bangs?" she said. "I snum I can't think! Zach, what was it I wanted to ask Mr. Bangs?" Mr. Bloomer paid not the slightest attention to the question. His sad blue eye was fixed upon vacancy.
Why, this place of assistant light keeper here at Gould's Bluffs is the most sociable job Zach Bloomer has had for ten years, I shouldn't wonder. And Gould's Bluffs isn't Washington Street, exactly," she added, with a smile. "Have you lived here long, Miss Phipps?" inquired Galusha. "Pretty nearly all my life, and that's long enough, goodness knows.
"You bet you it's right for one of us, Miss Martha," she declared. "And you ain't the one, neither. My Lord of Isrul, if I don't feel some better'n I did when I come into this room! Whew! My savin' soul! Zach Bloomer he says to me this mornin'. 'What's the matter, Posy? he says. 'Seems to me you look sort of wilted lately.
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