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Aunt Corinne laid the cloth on a box which Zene took out of the wagon for her, and set the cups and saucers, the sugar and preserves, and little seed cakes which grew tenderer the longer you kept them, all in tempting order. They had baker's bread and gingercakes in the carriage. Since her adventure at the Susan house, Grandma Padgett had taken care to put provisions in the carriage pockets.
Zene says we're half across the State now. And I know we'll never see J. D. Matthews again. And nobody will be lost and have to be found, and there's no tellin' where that great big crowd Jonathan and his folks moved with, are." "I feel lonesome," observed aunt Corinne somewhat pensively. "When Mrs.
"And which did they do?" urged Robert after a thrilling pause. "They marched straight for their stable." The encounter was now to take place. Robert Day braced himself by means of the wagon-tongue. "Then what did you do?" "I rises up," Zene recounted in a cautious whisper, "draws back the boot, and throws with all my might." "Not at the woman?" urged Bobaday.
But she could not prevent the children thinking. Nor was she able to drive the carriage and at the same time sit in the wagon when they rode with Zene and stop the flow of recollection to which they stimulated him.
Zene had even greased his boots, and looked with satisfaction on the moist surfaces which he stretched forth to dry in the sun. He had not seen Carrie borne away, but he had been to the show afterwards, and heard her sing one of her songs.
The gray's shoulder was rubbed by his collar, and Zene reasoned that the lighter weight of the carriage would give him a better chance of healing his bruise. Thus paired the horses looked comical. Hickory and Henry evidently considered the change a disgrace to them.
Grandma Padgett stretched her neck out of the carriage toward the right. "Is that a sled track?" she inquired. "It's gittin' so dim I can't see.". Zene said there was a sled track, pointing out what looked like a double footpath with a growth of grass and shrubs along the centre.
Robert Day was to sleep in the carriage, and Zene insisted on sleeping with blankets on the wagon where he could watch the goods. He would be within calling distance of the camp. "We're full as comfortable as we were last night, anyhow," observed the head of the caravan. Zene said it made no difference about his supper.
"I guess you would," Zene observed in a lofty, but mollified way, "if you'd seen the pile of bones I passed down the road a piece from that house." "Bones?" "Piled all in a heap at the edge of the woods." "What kind of bones, Zene?" "Well, I didn't get out to handle 'em. But I see one skull about the size of yours, with a cap on about the size of yours." This was all that any boy could ask.
The forefathers of many a man and woman, now abroad studying older civilization in Europe, came West as movers by the wagon route. Aunt Corinne and her nephew were glad when Zene drove upon the 'pike, and the carriage followed. The 'pike had a solid rumbling base to offer wheels.
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