Outing . m, which was the ony place we wasntswarmin over—an he looked proud, anas if he jus gave it up—his life—becausehe wouldnt higgle wit the like of us aboutit. But his heart it break wen he look upat dat cliff dat wouldnt take him an savehim, an he jus lie over dead. But did you fish out old man Denning-ham? asked the Professor after a pause,forgetting entirely that he was panting toexpound Coleridge. Did we not that? said Alf, awaking tothe fact of the unfinished tale, and bringinghis eyes back from the deers death to hislisteners. Well, when ol man Dunnigumhad to stop yelpin by reason o
Outing . m, which was the ony place we wasntswarmin over—an he looked proud, anas if he jus gave it up—his life—becausehe wouldnt higgle wit the like of us aboutit. But his heart it break wen he look upat dat cliff dat wouldnt take him an savehim, an he jus lie over dead. But did you fish out old man Denning-ham? asked the Professor after a pause,forgetting entirely that he was panting toexpound Coleridge. Did we not that? said Alf, awaking tothe fact of the unfinished tale, and bringinghis eyes back from the deers death to hislisteners. Well, when ol man Dunnigumhad to stop yelpin by reason of the lakegetting inside of him, the stillness made ustake notice. When we fished him out hewas ony gurglin. An its sweetly content yees were tosee me drownd, he sputters when wedemptied him. Ho-LEY! says Uncle George, I toldyou wed get him. But yees ought to hear my UncleGeorge tell the story. PIONEER WOMEN OF THE WEST I—THE HEROINES OF SPIRIT LAKE, IOWABY AGNES C. LAUT ILLUSTRATED BY PHOTOGRAPHS. UNE sometimes wonders ifAmerica had her Gains-boroughs to paint, herPioneer Women of theWest, whether thosegood people delving soindustriously to traceancestry back to frowsy duchesses of theFrench court—would not spend theirefforts to more purpose treasuring thepassing centurys records of the heroic menand women, who have led the vanguard ofthe nations frontier. For heroism, for enduring, for suffering,for daring, the story of Americas pioneer-ing is one beside which the legends of aBoadicea and a Joan of Arc pale. Tramp-ling of fighters on the march and clash ofarms, there are in plenty, surrounded by allthe wild-wood beauty and wildernessglamor, which poets have loved to sing;but because these heroes went forth fromour own borders, because they shed amartyrs blood without either a martyrsprayer or a martyrs whine on the altars ofa nations sacrifice, because when they wonthe game of lifes battle, they were dust-grimed, ragged victors in tinkers tatters,too spent and hard
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