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He was strongly talked of for Congress, but his destiny led elsewhere. Early in the seventies he founded "The Greeley Tribune," which he edited with conspicuous ability, making it the leading country paper of that part of the state. The Indian troubles became a prominent problem of the government in the decade of the seventies, and this question deeply engaged Mr. Meeker's attention.

"Because, Honora," she said, "because I am a person of no importance in Mr. Meeker's eyes." "If I were a man," cried Honora, fiercely, "I should never rest until I had made enough money to make Mr. Meeker wriggle." "Honora, come here," said her aunt, gazing in troubled surprise at the tense little figure by the mantel. "I don't know what could have put such things into your head, my child.

Meeker personally. This class found entrance very difficult. They had first to announce the nature of their business. If it required personal attention, they were introduced to a species of general agent, who was high in Mr. Meeker's confidence. If this last character was satisfied, then an interview could be had with the great man himself.

Irish had thought a good deal about the building of that fence, and about the problem of paying for enough wire and posts to run the fence straight through from Meeker's south line to the north line of the Flying U. He had figured the price of posts and the price of wire and had come somewhere near the approximate cost of the undertaking.

Then Blue ran out bad hurt.... Both of them died in Meeker's yard." "An' so Jean Isbel has not killed a Jorth!" said Ellen, in strange, deep voice. "No," replied Isbel, earnestly. "I reckon this feud was hardest on Jean. He never lived heah.... An' my sister Ann said he got sweet on y'u.... Now did he?" Slow, stinging tears filled Ellen's eyes, and her head sank low and lower.

We hung a kettle over it for tea and toasted bread on Captain Ben Meeker's long iron toasting-fork. Then at supper-time we would rake out the coals, and on one of the old gridirons brought down from the attic would broil a big steak, or some chops, and if they did not taste better than any other steak or chops we certainly imagined they did, and I am still inclined to think we were right.

Gaston Isbel led his clan straight down the middle of the wide road of Grass Valley until he reached a point opposite Abel Meeker's cabin. Jean espied the same curiosity from behind Meeker's door and windows as had been shown all along the road. But presently, at Isbel's call, the door opened and a short, swarthy man appeared. He carried a rifle. "Howdy, Gass!" he said. "What's the good word?"

George Hanbury on the occasion of his first lesson to that distinguished young gentleman; and how, although Mr. Meeker's shins were sore, he pleaded nobly for Mr. George, who was sent home in the carriage by himself, a punishment, by the way, which Mr. George desired above all things. This celebrated incident occurred in the new ballroom at the top of the new house of young Mrs.

Meeker's editorial work, which won the appreciation of the Concord seer. In 1868 Mr. Meeker made a trip to the West for the "Tribune," writing a series of valuable letters embodying his observations of the country.

"Anyway, yuh better talk to Glory about it. He appears to be running this show. When I rode out to your place, I didn't have any bit in his mouth at all. Coming back, I've got one of Joe Meeker's teething rings, that wouldn't hold a pet turkey. But we're going to the dance, Miss Satterly. Don't you worry none about that." Miss Satterly laughed and rode ahead of them.

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