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"Wasn't it just like God to let her!" Then she fell asleep smiling. Mrs. Forbes was on the porch next morning when Mr. Evringham returned from his canter. "Fine morning, Mrs. Forbes," he said, as he gave Essex Maid into Zeke's hands. "Very fine. A regular weather breeder. It'll most probably rain to-morrow, and what I wanted to speak to you about, Mr.
"Yes," cried Patty Cannon, "I do," and swore a man's oath. "Has the Señor been in that direction, do you think? I think he has, for Melson and Milman are up from Twiford's with the news that Zeke's last hide has burst her chain and fled, and all the lower Nanticoke gives no trace of her, and Zeke has passed the heavenly gates."
We are not ignorant of the critical condition of our army; and I can tell you, sir, that if many more of our men come home, the women will take their places." Zeke's companions succumbed to the stern arraignment, and after a brief whispered consultation one spoke for the rest. "Madam," he said, "you put it in a way that we hadn't realized before.
A young man whom she recognized as one of her Uncle Zeke's tenants was hitching to the horse block a well-set-up young mare drawing a species of broad-seated breaking sulky. He had a handsome common face, a wavy black mustache.
But I guess if you want to get along you've got to look out for Number One. . . . Yes, she ought to visit somewhere." "I've been trying to think," said her mother. "She couldn't go any place but your Uncle Zeke's. But it's so lonesome out there I haven't the heart to send her. Besides, she wouldn't know what to make of it." "What'd father say?" "That's another thing." Mrs.
Frequent retrospective glances also served to assure me that our retreat was not cut off. As we rounded a clump of bushes, a noise behind them, like the crackling of dry branches, broke the stillness. In an instant, Tonoi's hand was on a bough, ready for a spring, and Zeke's finger touched the trigger of his piece.
"Look powahful lak rain," he reflected dubiously. "Get the car out," said the inexorable Joe. "We can put the top up." Zeke opened the door and went in. For several minutes there was the metallic slip and catch of the crank and Zeke's laboured breathing.
Uncle Zeke's pipe had gone out sure sign that Uncle Zeke's mind was not at rest. For five minutes the old man had occupied in frowning silence the other of my veranda rocking-chairs. As I expected, however, I had not long to wait. "I met old Sam Hadley an' his wife in the cemetery just now," he observed. "Yes?"
Zeke's bear-killing exploits with a scatter gun may be classed with the "important if true" information of the newspapers, but there is at least one authentic instance of the killing of a grizzly with a charge of bird shot. Dr. H. W. Nelson, who was in later years a prominent surgeon of Sacramento, practiced medicine in Placer county, Cal., in the early fifties and was something of a sportsman.
You can't think how I felt when I woke up this morning and thought the first thing, 'Zeke's here. Why, I've scarcely kept acquainted with you for fifteen years. Scarcely saw you except for a few weeks in the summer time. Now I've got you again!" "I ain't the only thing you've got again," grinned 'Zekiel, "if you're going to see things, same as Fanshaw did."
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