| 单词 | Eb |
| 例句 | Eb was not a hero, certainly—not now, anyway. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z “Thank you, Eb. Tell your ma and pa I asked ’bout ’em.” Elijah of Buxton 2007-08-06T00:00:00Z He shouldn’t have; almost every night he heard his parents talking of Eb and of what uncertainties they would face if he were really a deserter and if he should suddenly appear. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z He knew Eb was not really planning to leave— Eb was a lost and frightened boy, and there was nowhere else to go. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z He had sympathized with Tom and Eb, and he had been angered at his father’s command for silence when they grew loud and vehement in their demands for war. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z “I do. Air you tellin’ me that Eb is a deserter?” Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z Not for Eb, not even for Bill or Shad, would he have taken his mother’s coffee. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z But Jethro had forgotten Eb for the moment; the possibility of Bill’s return was always a hope far back in his mind. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z In the late summer shortly after Tom and Eb left, there was news of another defeat for the North; it was closer to home this time—at Wilson’s Creek in Missouri. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z “Eb, it’s good—it’s so good to see you. Pa and Ma will be—” he stopped suddenly. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z “It is. This has bin Eb’s home since he was a lad of ten or so.” Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z They sat together in the shadows, while Eb ate with an appetite that was like a hungry animal’s. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z “I guess so,” Eb looked at him with a suggestion of a smile. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z “You look white, the way Tom and Eb did once when they tried it.” Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z She was red-cheeked with pride over her efforts at providing a good dinner, and her eyes flashed a little in the direction of Tom and Eb, from whom she anticipated the usual teasing. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z Eb said, “Uh-uh, you know Mr. Leroy, he never has much of anything to say. All he said was to tell you to come by the sawmill first.” Elijah of Buxton 2007-08-06T00:00:00Z He noticed that Eb ignored his outstretched hand. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z Tom and Eb squirmed uncomfortably; Wilse Graham crumbled a piece of bread. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z He remembered once when Tom and Eb were washing at the kettle, and they had splashed him with cold water when he came to watch them. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z “Yes,” he said, “I reckon it’s Eb—what there’s left of him.” Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z “Eb,” he exclaimed in a voice hardly above a whisper. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z He seized the opportunity to get some food for Eb without detection. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z He had listened to his brother Tom and their cousin Eb, the two younger of the grown boys in the household, and their excitement had found its way into his blood. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z “But, Eb, if you can’t come up to the house, what did you come for?” Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z Eb was feeling a little better that morning. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z “Well, you stay here till we can think of somethin’, Eb. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z Eb thought the Confederate General Pemberton, up in Vicksburg, was beginning to sweat, and that was fine—but the mosquitoes were awful, and lots of the boys were sick with malaria. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z “It’s bound to take a spell. I wouldn’t worry, was I you. You’ll be hearin’ from young Tom or Eb before long. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z Eb took a dry twig and broke it up into a dozen pieces, aimlessly. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z Tom and Eb were sullen and resentful for days that their prophesies of an easy victory should so early have taken on a hollow ring. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z The heat and the dirt were bad, he said, and there was an added hardness to his life brought on by his weeks of “improper absence,” but Eb accepted it with humility. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z “If you could go back to the army, you would, wouldn’t you, Eb?” Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z “I reckon we’d best not tell Pa—not till we hear from Tom or Eb.” Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z Eb seemed absorbed in his angry thoughts for a while; then he looked up at Jethro again. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z He returned to Eb minutes later with the food and a jug of water. Across Five Aprils 1964-01-01T00:00:00Z Eb Olufade, who was walking up and down the line with a sign that read “I need tickets,” reported that he was “striking out.” Baseball fans swarm T-Mobile Park for Home Run Derby 2023-07-10T04:00:00Z “Everyone is mad and scared,” said perfume vendor Setareh Eb, who was wearing a mask and gloves at the mall last week upon its reopening after a “deep cleaning” prompted by the woman’s visit. Texas braces for more coronavirus evacuees from Grand Princess, with residents ‘mad and scared’ 2020-03-09T04:00:00Z Van der Eb decided to close the fund now because “the math is too onerous to continue” with just $7.4 million in assets left. Longtime fund closes as both a winner and loser 2018-07-07T04:00:00Z That includes people like Eb Richardson, 28, a Los Angeles resident who prefers shopping for books—the product category where Amazon first made its name—in stores rather than online. Not Everyone Wants to Shop on Amazon 2016-12-29T05:00:00Z One possible financing avenue is through the federal Eb-5 visa program, which allows foreign investors to gain permanent U.S. residency in exchange for investments that create American jobs. L.A. company has grand plans for the Queen Mary 2016-04-21T04:00:00Z The decision was made to retire him, and he’s now close to home, living with Eb and K Redford in Falls Creek, where Peake and her husband, Byard, also live. When you train puppies, it’s not easy to say goodbye 2016-01-10T05:00:00Z It asks von Jacquin to send a messenger to return three scores of music: "the Quartet in G minor, the Sonata in Eb and the 'New Trio in G.'" Rare letter that Mozart penned to Austrian friend sells for $217,000 at Massachusetts auction 2015-10-15T04:00:00Z Although the glyphs for Uo and Zip resemble each other, yet the date on I J 1 is clearly 9 Eb 0 or 20 Zip. Was the Beginning Day of the Maya Month Numbered Zero (or Twenty) or One? 2012-03-26T02:00:38.573Z Uncle Eb,—hero, "hired-man" and border philanthropist—is a lover of animals, of nature and of all creation. The Noank's Log A Privateer of the Revolution 2012-01-09T03:00:21.297Z D’ri, a mighty hunter, has the same dry humor as Uncle Eb. Throckmorton 2011-07-25T02:00:15.900Z Eb�oli, a city of Campania, Southern Italy, a few miles from the Gulf of Salerno. The New Gresham Encyclopedia Volume 4, Part 2: Ebert to Estremadura 2011-04-14T02:00:56.200Z "This demonstrates a need for everyone involved in the industry to speak about technology and the benefits it brings clearly and succinctly," said spokesman Eb Adeyeri. 2010-01-14T11:10:00Z Counting forward we reach 9 Eb 20 Uo, if the month begins with 1, or 9 Eb 0 or 20 Zip, if the months begin with 0 or 20. Was the Beginning Day of the Maya Month Numbered Zero (or Twenty) or One? 2012-03-26T02:00:38.573Z “Dunno where they went to in that cat, Eb,” growled a hoarse voice out of the darkness. Wyn's Camping Days or, The Outing of the Go-Ahead Club It's not your woods, but Uncle Eb's," when the man in green went on to say: "I'm the Green Wizard of the Forest, and take great pleasure in exhibiting my tricks to little folks. Harper's Young People, August 17, 1880 An Illustrated Weekly Eb�ony, the popular name of various plants of different genera, agreeing in having wood of a dark colour. The New Gresham Encyclopedia Volume 4, Part 2: Ebert to Estremadura 2011-04-14T02:00:56.200Z Eb and eB, and these, of course, will be formed in equal numbers. Mendelism Third Edition "But Eb puts in, kind o' eager:— "'Lemme lock up the shed—it's dark as a hat out there an' you might sprain over your ankle,' he says awkward. Friendship Village “And what are Eb and his chum, Billy Smith, trying to do there at the raft, Wyn?” Wyn's Camping Days or, The Outing of the Go-Ahead Club You took a great risk in allowing old Eb. to hold your purse. Grey Town An Australian Story But if we next try to go to the next column, the series breaks, for from 8 Eb to 6 Lamat is only 76 days. Commentary Upon the Maya-Tzental Perez Codex with a Concluding Note Upon the Linguistic Problem of the Maya Glyphs The erect purples, on the other hand, being always formed by the union of a gamete Eb with a gamete eB, are always heterozygous for both of these factors. Mendelism Third Edition Eb was pretty quiet, though, excep' when he piped up to agree. Friendship Village "A little hard cider for me," laughed Uncle Eb. Frank Merriwell's Son A Chip Off the Old Block Mr. Brown would like to see himself as you see him, under the title of 'Old Eb.' Grey Town An Australian Story I went off that very night, and I never saw my Uncle Eb again. Golden Days for Boys and Girls Volume XIII, No. 51: November 12, 1892 Cap'n Eb he got the minister o' Sherburn and one o' the selectmen down to see him; and they took his deposition. Oldtown Fireside Stories An' Elspie, she let Eb out the front door herself, like they was rill folks. Friendship Village "Hold on, deacon—hold on!" interrupted Uncle Eb. Frank Merriwell's Son A Chip Off the Old Block "Dear Eb:— "Your letters have come along one after another, but they haven't made me feel happier. The Secret of the Storm Country Turning again to the plate we observe that the character immediately above Chuen is Eb., and that it has adjoining it below a single dot, or 1. Notes on Certain Maya and Mexican Manuscripts Third Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1881-82, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1884, pages 3-66 Well,' Cap'n Eb he says, 'she came on the wind,' and I'm sure it was strong enough to fetch her. Oldtown Fireside Stories I know I heard Eb Goodnight laugh, kind o' cracked an' enjoyable, an' I took some shame to him for makin' fun o' the poor girl. Friendship Village She found Uncle Eb propped up with his cane, standing in a dark corner of a box stall. Frank Merriwell's Son A Chip Off the Old Block Will you take some pains to find out all you can for me, Eb dear? The Secret of the Storm Country I also give in Plate II another figure of the plate of the Cortesian Codex, with the effaced characters inserted, and the interchange of Caban and Eb which will be hereafter explained. Notes on Certain Maya and Mexican Manuscripts Third Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1881-82, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1884, pages 3-66 This and the fact that the day IV Eb is the same as those following are the only indications that there is any connection between the series. Aids to the Study of the Maya Codices Sixth Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1884-85, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1888, pages 253-372 I slipped off an' left 'em, the cemetery bein' so near my house, an' Eb walked home with her. Friendship Village Then Eb hands me the steerin' ropes while he whittles some pressed oakum off the end of a brunette plug and loads his pipe. On With Torchy "Do you know whether Eb went down there to see her?" asked the girl, wearily. The Secret of the Storm Country Turning again to our table and running down the column of the first month to the number 13 we find that it is Chuen, which is followed by 1 Eb. Notes on Certain Maya and Mexican Manuscripts Third Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1881-82, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1884, pages 3-66 Plate 72,middledivision 2 1 1 1 1 1 — 3 17 14 11 8 4 19 0 15 10 5 0 15 10 IV Eb. Aids to the Study of the Maya Codices Sixth Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1884-85, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1888, pages 253-372 I can see Eb now, how he just walked out o' the line of us standin' there, starin', an' he goes right up to Elspie an' he looks her in the face. Friendship Village You see, when I was out with Eb Westcott in his lobster boat the day before I'd noticed him stop the engine just by jerkin' a little wire off the spark plug. On With Torchy "And you're really determined—Oh, Eb dear, for my sake, please—" The husband made an impatient movement. The Secret of the Storm Country Eb was a good oarsman and got away. A Man for the Ages A Story of the Builders of Democracy They were generally accompanied by a heavy wind, and he remembered, how twice that very summer the "Eb and Flo" had dragged her anchor when hit by a furious gale. Jess of the Rebel Trail Eb come here to Friendship," she went on, "less public than Elspie did. Friendship Village Most city chaps do when they fust come; but after 'bout a month of this——" "Chop it, Eb!" says I. "I'm feelin' unhappy enough as it is. On With Torchy "Say, brat, has old Eb got any marks on his hands?" The Secret of the Storm Country Eb had a ten dollar gold piece in his pocket. A Man for the Ages A Story of the Builders of Democracy His only concern was for the "Eb and Flo" as she reeled beneath the storm and strained heavily at her anchor. Jess of the Rebel Trail That evenin' Eb come in an' set down on the edge of a chair, experimental, like he was testin' the cane. Friendship Village Eb would shut off the engine, run up to a float, haul in a lot of clothesline, and fin'lly pull up an affair that's a cross between a small crockery crate and an openwork hen-coop. On With Torchy I knowed the old man who was murdered—young Eb's father. The Secret of the Storm Country You know Eb Zane used to say that he was never so busy in his life as when he lay on his back with a broken leg. A Man for the Ages A Story of the Builders of Democracy Although this had taken but a short time the "Eb and Flo" had already drifted into the main channel and in a few minutes she would have been aground on the opposite shore. Jess of the Rebel Trail It's the one word the county charges gets sensitive about—an' Eb, he seemed to sense that, an' he ask' her, hasty, how the fire started. Friendship Village Drink was his ruin; but I wan't one that could be harsh with Eb, no matter what he done. A Country Doctor and Selected Stories and Sketches Eb has acted badly and tried to shoulder it all off on you. The Secret of the Storm Country "Eb" was a bright mulatto, handsome, well-made, and barely twenty years of age. The Underground Railroad A Record of Facts, Authentic Narratives, Letters, &c., Narrating the Hardships, Hair-Breadth Escapes and Death Struggles of the Slaves in Their Efforts for Freedom, As Related by Themselves and Others, or Witnessed by the Author. Then a rope was flung across the bow of the "Eb and Flo," and in a twinkling Eben was upon it. Jess of the Rebel Trail I know I said once; an' Eb see right off he was roasted an' he spried 'round the draughts like mad. Friendship Village Uncle Eb and I sat by the fire until twelve o'clock. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods I were a snoopin' 'round Eb's place an' run on 'er down near the road by that there bunch of tamaracks. The Secret of the Storm Country "Where be you, Dolph?" called the voice of Eb, as the pair drew near. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick He saw the warp suddenly tighten, and felt the "Eb and Flo" swerve to the right. Jess of the Rebel Trail It was so with Eb—an' it was so with Elspie. Friendship Village Dol winked at Uncle Eb, who had, indeed, entertained him with giggling jokes about the unsuccessful hunters while they were stripping off their wet garments. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods Eb air the richest man in Ithaca, an' him an' his sister air been to Europe, but they come back early in the spring. The Secret of the Storm Country Tom sailed into Eb, while Harry sprang at Josh. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick The "Eb and Flo" had come through the falls at high tide, and was lying at one of the wharves above. Jess of the Rebel Trail It made me weak in my knees, an' I was winded anyway with runnin', an' I stopped an' leant up against a tree, an' Eb, he stopped too, takin' bearin's. Friendship Village It was chiefly with a hope that his comrades might enjoy some novel entertainment of this kind that Cyrus made his first stoppage at Uncle Eb's camp, purposing to sojourn there for a few days. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods "My God, Eb, I can't!" he protested, his voice thick with horror. The Secret of the Storm Country Shortly Eb and Josh tried to run away, as Gage had done, but each time the young engineers caught them and compelled them to renew the fight. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick As Mrs. Tobin walked with her husband from the shore the evening she took him off the "Eb and Flo," she maintained a rigid silence. Jess of the Rebel Trail Eb, he dropped his knife on the floor. Friendship Village "Come, you've got to let this one go, Uncle Eb, to please me." Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods "Put down your paper a minute, Eb," said Madelene, "will you?" The Secret of the Storm Country Doubtless he concluded that it wouldn't be wise to talk back So he began working over Eb and Josh, until they showed signs of reviving. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick And as he lay there he kept his eyes fixed in the direction of the river, catching brief glimpses of the "Eb and Flo" as she tugged hard at her anchor. Jess of the Rebel Trail As Calliope had said of her evening with Eb and Elspie, "the air in the room was easy to get through with what you had to say—it was that kind of evening." Friendship Village Dol sent him lots of approving messages, which were duly delivered, with rough pats and shakes, by Uncle Eb, who fully believed that the brute understood every word of them. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods "I guess when old Eb found out his kid were gone," grated Jake Brewer, "he got a wrench or two hisself." The Secret of the Storm Country There were still blood spots on the ground, but Eb had vanished. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick He was certain that his father would be very anxious in the morning when he found that the "Eb and Flo" had disappeared. Jess of the Rebel Trail But Eb, he just begun seemin' peculiar—an' then he slipped off somewheres, though we never missed him, till, in a minute, he come runnin' back. Friendship Village Dol had a vague impression that the individual was not a forest-guide like Uncle Eb, nor a rough lumberman such as he had heard of. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods "I know Eb likes you, and," blushingly, "I think he will not be much surprised, either." The Secret of the Storm Country It may be said, in passing, that Eb was subsequently found, by officers, lying in a shack not far from Dugout City. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick He soon stopped when he was sure that he could not be seen, crouched low upon the ground, and watched all that was taking place near the "Eb and Flo." Jess of the Rebel Trail An' when she sees Eb an' me standin' together, she give us a little smile—an' she sort o' answered to us two. Friendship Village He reeled against an outstanding tree, troubled by an affliction which Uncle Eb had called "wheels in his head." Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods "We were just coming to see you, Eb," said Madelene, blushing. The Secret of the Storm Country At Dugout the surgeons amputated his wounded leg, and Eb finally wound up in prison. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick He knew the danger of the place, and hitherto his father had always piloted the "Eb and Flo" through the Narrows. Jess of the Rebel Trail An' that was reasonable enough, on account o' Eb not bein' the decisive kind, for fires an' such. Friendship Village On Monday evening Cyrus and Neal, with Uncle Eb, had returned to the bark hut to pack their knapsacks, and make ready for a forward march. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods Now for me—I were glad, for I knowed all along the dwarf didn't kill Eb's daddy. The Secret of the Storm Country I see Eb and Josh coming on the run. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick But the "Eb and Flo" was in the grip of a stronger master, and swinging partly around, obeyed the current's strong behest. Jess of the Rebel Trail Eb straightened himself up, an' his eyes was bright an' keen as the edge o' somethin'. Friendship Village The guides, Joe and Eb, were not slow in telling him that he had behaved from start to finish like no "greenhorn," but a regular "old sport." Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods Look at here, Eb," exclaimed the boy, "why don't you let Madelene and me fight out our own quarrels? The Secret of the Storm Country Not many minutes more had passed when Eb became conscious. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick He was in charge of the "Eb and Flo," and no true commander ever deserted his post of duty. Jess of the Rebel Trail But Eb, he steps in, prompter'n I ever knew him—I'd never heard him do a thing decisive an' sudden excep' sneeze, an' them he always done his best to swallow. Friendship Village Then Uncle Eb and Joe started out again across the br�l�e. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods So he dived, and he went to the place where the alan lived under the water and the alan said, “Eb we have something to eat for breakfast, it is a man.” Traditions of the Tinguian: a Study in Philippine Folk-Lore "Begin with this cub!" spoke up Eb, gruffly. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick A gentle breeze favoured the "Eb and Flo" as she left her wharf, ran up through the Narrows, and headed out into Grand Bay. Jess of the Rebel Trail Eb sighed, like he'd got my refusal—Eb was one o' the kind that always thinks, if it clouds up, 't the sun is down on 'em personally. Friendship Village By all that's glorious, there's Uncle Eb singing his favorite song! Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods The old man saw him and said, “Eb, I have a man to eat.” Traditions of the Tinguian: a Study in Philippine Folk-Lore Eb fell, with a swift, smothered groan of pain. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick As he neared the shore, he stopped and peered anxiously forward, and by the next vivid streak which followed a terrific crash, he caught one fleeting glimpse of the "Eb and Flo." Jess of the Rebel Trail "Eb, let him go, an' at once," ordered Jonathan. The Last Trail "You see, we followed Dol's example and your advice, Uncle Eb," said Cyrus, as they seated themselves by the camp-fire. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods Uncle Eb sat in the corner near the melodeon looking strangely out of place in his ticking overalls. Pee-Wee Harris Then the party returned to the place on the trail where Eb had been left. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick But he must reach the "Eb and Flo," for the storm was increasing in violence, and he was sure that the boat could not hold up against such a tempest. Jess of the Rebel Trail Betty's warm cheek was close to his as she whispered: "Dear Eb!" The Last Trail The forest surrounding the eminence on which Uncle Eb's camp was situated consisted mostly of pines, with here and there the brilliant autumn foliage of a maple or birch showing amid the evergreens. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods So Uncle Eb finished what little there was to say. Pee-Wee Harris Up at the jail the keepers worried out of Eb some information about a cave where Dolph Gage hangs out. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick It had a full account of the thrilling experience of rescuing the "Eb and Flo" at the brink of the falls. Jess of the Rebel Trail When Eb Zane, his brother Jack, an' Wetzel find out this here day's work, hell will be a cool place compared with their whereabouts. The Last Trail "Uncle Eb" was an old acquaintance of Cyrus's, a dusky, lively woodsman, who spent a great part of the year in his lone bark hut, with his dog Tiger for company. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods But all the folks are talking about it, Eb. Further Chronicles of Avonlea Gage, Eb and Josh are crowding around the new arrival. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick Perhaps there was a suspicion abroad that she had taken refuge on the "Eb and Flo," and had not drowned herself. Jess of the Rebel Trail "But, dear Eb, that latter part is not true," interposed Betty. The Last Trail Uncle Eb, clutching his empty rifle like a club, was starting to the rescue, when the dog with a sudden, desperate jerk freed himself. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods Eb stooped down again, and he and the policeman looked in each other's faces,—their noses only half an inch apart. The Voyage of the Hoppergrass And Eb has thrown his hat on the ground and is stamping on it. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick With a startled cry as of a wild beast in agony, he turned and fled along the road, down the track, and back to the refuge of the "Eb and Flo." Jess of the Rebel Trail Goodness me, Helen!" exclaimed the colonel's buxom wife, from the window, "don't you ever get tired hearing Eb talk of Wetzel, and Jack, and Indians? The Last Trail He had relinquished the idea that the track would bring him out near Uncle Eb's camp. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods I never found out just what office he held, but he was clearly the most important man of the lot,—except Eb. The Voyage of the Hoppergrass The man addressed as Eb had taken the other fellow aside, and they were now lifting the assay furnace in order to decide how heavy it was. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick Shortly after noon the "Eb and Flo" slipped from her wharf, and headed downstream. Jess of the Rebel Trail "Then he didn't take the 'little cuss,' as Eb calls his man Case?" The Last Trail Over the camp-fire was stooping a bright-eyed, muscular fellow, whose dress somewhat resembled Uncle Eb's, but who had no negro blood in his veins. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods About the same time we saw Eb's boat, towing the disabled dory, set out in the direction of Rogers's Island. The Voyage of the Hoppergrass "Look at what that cub is doing!" broke in Eb excitedly, pointing to Harry. The Young Engineers in Nevada Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick These were gradually replaced by noisy steamers and tugs until only a few remained, of which the "Eb and Flo" was one. Jess of the Rebel Trail You know, Eb, I tried to keep Lane in the settlement for Mabel's sake. The Last Trail His second was a sanguinary one; namely, that a pair of ducks would only be one meal for four campers who were "camp-hungry," and that Uncle Eb had spoken of squirrels as "fust-rate eatin'." Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods "I wouldn't like to be them burglars, when Eb ketches hold of 'em again," he continued. The Voyage of the Hoppergrass Sir, have I any doubt that you are Mr. Ball, or that I am Eb. East Lynne What right had these men to come on board the "Eb and Flo"? he asked himself. Jess of the Rebel Trail Well, Helen, we think, Eb and I, that Jack is in love for the first time in his life, and with you, you adorable creature. The Last Trail "Uncle Eb will go along with us as guide; and he'll supply a tent, so that we can rest for two or three nights at a time if we choose." Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods But Mr. Daddles spoke up sharply, threatening to get him into trouble for it, and even Eb protected us. The Voyage of the Hoppergrass Father died when I was twelve and the oldest of five, the next only eight—Polly, that came between Eb and me, died—naturally I had to work. Stories of a Western Town The gale subsided to a fair sailing breeze, and the "Eb and Flo" ploughed steadily on her way. Jess of the Rebel Trail "Eb, I believe if you were single any girl might well suspect you of being a flirt," said Betty. The Last Trail Neither Uncle Eb nor Tiger could be seen, though Dol's eyes sought for them wistfully. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods "They were in Eb's desk and all tagged and numbered." The Voyage of the Hoppergrass In a flash I thought of what Uncle Eb had told me once. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country In a few minutes more the "Eb and Flo" was again under way, clipping along under the light breeze, bound for Beech Cove several miles beyond. Jess of the Rebel Trail "I wonder why Eb looked so closely at me," mused Betty, as she slipped on her little moccasins. Betty Zane Uncle Eb showed me yesterday where he had spotted some of the trees all the way along to the water. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods At this moment one of the policemen put his head out the window, and Eb promptly dropped the cake, and grabbed the policeman by the shoulder, remarking: "I thought there was another one on ye!" The Voyage of the Hoppergrass Uncle Eb was to meet me at the jersey City depot. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country She knew that the boat must be the "Eb and Flo," for Mrs. Tobin had called that morning and told her that she was expecting her son and husband home. Jess of the Rebel Trail Do you know, Eb, he is not at all like any one else. Betty Zane Uncle Eb had been obliged to drag Tiger away, and was bathing his cuts out of the camp water-bucket in a shady corner. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods Eb and Gregory the Gauger wished to enter the house, "an' go over it to see if it's all right." The Voyage of the Hoppergrass Uncle Eb put on the snow shoes, after we had eaten what there was left, and, cautioning us to keep in, set out for Fadden's across lots. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country He wanted to be alone that he might think, for he was more worried about the "Eb and Flo" than he would openly acknowledge. Jess of the Rebel Trail "I tell you, Eb, I get tired chopping wood and hanging round the house." Betty Zane Never a sound did he make as he crossed the clearing, passing the clump of bushes behind which Cyrus and Neal had lingered on the previous night to hear Uncle Eb's song. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods Eb was stubborn, and the man joined our parade, with his banjo under his arm. The Voyage of the Hoppergrass David was up and dressed to come after us, and I recall how he took Uncle Eb in his arms, when he fell fainting on the doorstep, and carried him to the lounge. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Eagerly his eyes searched for the "Eb and Flo," but not a sign of her could he behold. Jess of the Rebel Trail "Eb, I have no patience with your brothers," said Col. Betty Zane Hurry up, and get us some steaming hot coffee and flapjacks, Uncle Eb, while we fling off these wet clothes. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods "Don't yer believe him, Eb," said another man, "it's some gum game." The Voyage of the Hoppergrass When, at sunrise, we were walking down the cow-path to the woods I saw Uncle Eb had a coil of bed cord on his shoulder. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country But the time dragged heavily, and the "Eb and Flo" was nowhere in sight. Jess of the Rebel Trail You don't know Eb when he is angry. Betty Zane The idea now cropped up in Dol's perplexed mind, through a confused recollection of tales about forest misadventures which Uncle Eb had told him by the cheery camp-fire. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods The "possy" seemed to consist of Eb himself, the men who were guarding us,—five or six of them—and Gregory the Gauger. The Voyage of the Hoppergrass Uncle Eb had looped an end of the bed cord and tied a few pebbles on it with bits of string. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country He could not afford to buy or build another craft for the season's work, not even a scow, so if the "Eb and Flo" could not be saved, he did not know what to do. Jess of the Rebel Trail "She used to be good at running but it seems to me that of late she has taken to books and—" "Oh, Eb! that is untrue," interrupted Betty. Betty Zane If there are any more verses, Uncle Eb, keep them until we've had supper, or breakfast, or whatever you like to call a meal at this unearthly hour. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods Upstairs we stopped long enough to return the keys to Eb's desk. The Voyage of the Hoppergrass I shoved the line under the drift with a pole and then hauled it across where Uncle Eb drew it up the bank under the stump roots. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Just how it happened Samuel Tobin, owner and captain of the "Eb and Flo," was never able to explain with any degree of clearness. Jess of the Rebel Trail "Eb, Jack, Silas, here I am alive and well," cried Isaac as he leaped from his horse. Betty Zane There was a wicked rolling of Uncle Eb's eyes while he spoke. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods Then Eb and the rest of them started to march us back to the village. The Voyage of the Hoppergrass Uncle Eb left me, shortly, going up stream. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country She had no fear now, for she believed that the "Eb and Flo" would carry her safely away from her pursuers, whither she did not know. Jess of the Rebel Trail Eb, Betty, I heard voices out doors and in the house. Betty Zane And here Cyrus paid Uncle Eb's fees for guiding, and dismissed him too. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods An' when they got away, Eb pretty near bust his biler. The Voyage of the Hoppergrass Beats the world,' said Uncle Eb in a whisper, whereat both David and Elizabeth shook their heads. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country The "Eb and Flo" was now almost abreast of the captain's home, and scudding so fast that in a few minutes she would be by. Jess of the Rebel Trail I heard his name and Eb looked worried. Betty Zane They promised to visit Eb at his bark hut on their return journey, to bid him a final farewell, and hear one more stave of:— "Ketch him, Tiger, ketch him!" Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods "Better wait a second, Eb," said one of the men who was holding Mr. Daddles. The Voyage of the Hoppergrass Uncle Eb drove us to our boarding place in town. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country The "Eb and Flo" was lying securely fastened to the wharf at the Spoon Island stone quarry. Jess of the Rebel Trail Uncle Eb helped us into our heavy coats, and then with a blanket over his arm led us into the wet snow. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Whether Uncle Eb forgot his "m'lasses," or whether he purposely left it without, there not being a spare inch of room in the small tents, no one then or afterwards inquired. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods "We'll have to write it in cipher," said Mr. Daddles, "for it would never do to have it fall into the hands of Eb." The Voyage of the Hoppergrass Presently I rose and went to Uncle Eb and whispered in his ear. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country The "Eb and Flow" made slow progress down river, for the wind was light, and it was necessary to beat most of the way. Jess of the Rebel Trail We clung to each other as the horse staggered in the soft snow, and kept our places with some aid from Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country The younger Sinclairs, with Cyrus, Dol, and Uncle Eb, occupied the other tent. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods "That wouldn't have made any difference to Eb," I told him, "he'd have run you in just as quick." The Voyage of the Hoppergrass It's resky here,' said Uncle Eb, and he held my hand and ran. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country He was looking out upon the river, watching the "Eb and Flo," now not far away. Jess of the Rebel Trail We sat listening as the sound grew fainter, and when it ceased entirely Uncle Eb said he must have got to the road. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Royal's tear-away tongue, his brothers' racket, Joe's racy talk, Uncle Eb's kind, dark face, and more than all, Doc's companionship, which was as tonic to the hearts of those who travelled with him, were missed. Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods It was Eb and his merry men, who had come up in the second small boat. The Voyage of the Hoppergrass The voice of Uncle Eb seemed far away, and when I sank in the snow and shut my eyes to sleep he shook me as a terrier shakes a rat. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Knowing Mrs. Tobin as well as he did, he felt certain that her husband was most anxious to keep from her the story of his experience with Miss Randall on the "Eb and Flo." Jess of the Rebel Trail Uncle Eb gathered an gathered an armful of grass and clover, in the near field, and spread it in a corner well away from the ruined door and windows. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I lay between Uncle Eb and the old dog, who both went asleep shortly. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Eb's boat—the only one of the four under sail—had drawn well ahead of us. The Voyage of the Hoppergrass Uncle Eb was stirring the fire when we came whispering into camp, and Gerald lay asleep under the blankets. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country "You ask me if I own the 'Eb an' Flo,' eh?" Jess of the Rebel Trail While we were eating I told Uncle Eb of the man that I had seen in the night. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Young as I was I keep a vivid impression of that night and, aided by the diary of Uncle Eb, I have made a record of what was said that is, in the main, accurate. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country His anger vanished when Snider and Eb departed. The Voyage of the Hoppergrass Uncle Eb came soon, stamping and shaking the snow out of his great fur coat. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Then we all sat around the stove on the warm robes and listened to the wind howling above our little roof and the stories of Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I failed to see the irony in Uncle Eb's remark and the suggestion seemed to have a good deal of merit, the more I thought it over. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb had to do our buying for us in the end. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country At length Uncle Eb clambered up, pulling us up after him, one by one. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Why, Nehemiah is dead!' he added, looking over his spectacles at Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country We could hear Old Doctor answer as he came near, and presently Uncle Eb returned leading the horse by the halter. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country As I lifted my head, Uncle Eb whispered, 'Hark!' and we both listened. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb and Tip Taylor sang merrily as we rode over the hills. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb took it to the tool shop in the stable and put it in shipshape order and made a little pair of thills to go in place of the tongue. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I am a debtor to love—the love of Uncle Eb and that of a noble woman I shall soon marry. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb was a bit cross, when I climbed into the basket, and walked along in silence so rapidly it worried the dog to keep pace. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country He flushed a number of partridges and Uncle Eb killed one of them on our way to the road. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country The bee's tail was moving faintly and Uncle Eb laid him out in the warm sunlight and fanned him awhile with his hat, trying to bring back the breath of life. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb felt better as the day grew warm. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country And when the rest of us had gone to bed Uncle Eb sat awhile by the fire with David. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country The house had an open front, and Uncle Eb sat on the doorstep, as it were, to drive, while we sat behind him on the blankets. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country The hissing of the snow as it beat upon the sledgehouse grew fainter by and by, and Uncle Eb said he guessed we were pretty well covered up. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb, who had had no sleep the night before, began to snore heavily before we children had stopped whispering. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Hanging in my library, where I may see it as I write, is the old sickle of Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Hope's friend and Uncle Eb went away to their rooms in good season. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country We gave him a good feed of hay and oats, and then Uncle Eb cut up a fence rail with our hatchet and built a roaring fire in the stove. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb had to do a lot of shoveling to get out of doors and into the stable. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb put on the snow shoes again, and, with Hope on his back and me clinging to his hand, he went down to meet them and to tell of our plight. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb minded the shanty and the fire and the woods rang with his merry songs. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country David put on his cap and went out with Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Then Uncle Eb had a look on him that is one of the treasures of my memory. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Many a time I had held awake in the late evening to hear the men talk of him before they went asleep—Uncle Eb and Tip Taylor. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country The young man left us and Uncle Eb began to pack up at once. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb gave him his hand and thanked him. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb drew out his wallet with trembling hands, his fine old face lit with a deep emotion. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country We went in the field, struggling on afoot—we little people—while Uncle Eb led the horse. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country He sat talking with Uncle Eb for an hour or so, and the woods were darkling when he went away. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country While we sat alone I plead for a story, but the thoughts of Uncle Eb had gone to roost early in a sort of gloomy meditation. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I remember feeling Uncle Eb's hand upon my cheek, and how I rose and stared about me in the fading shadows of a dream as he shook me gently. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I had not been able to write to Uncle Eb or to my father or mother in any serious tone of my feeling in this enterprise. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I heard them say when Uncle Eb first came to, and in a moment a roar of laughter broke from him. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Then I put my hand in my pocket and presently took out my jack-knife—that treasure Uncle Eb had bought for me—and looked at it fondly. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country When we had dug our worms and were on our way to the brook with pole and line a squint of elation had hold of Uncle Eb's face. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Kneeling on a mossy knoll we baited the hooks; then Uncle Eb beckoned to me. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country He would have to be gone a week or so buying cattle and thought Uncle Eb had better come home as soon as convenient. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb had been working for my father five years before I was born. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Therein Uncle Eb was to be reckoned with. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb scolded him and tried to send him back, but I pleaded for the poor creature and that settled it, he was one of our party. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb woke me at daylight, in the morning, and said we must be off to find the trail. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I heard Hope calling as we passed the stairway: 'Won't you come up a minute, Uncle Eb? Eben Holden, a tale of the north country We took the direction indicated for a few minutes and then Uncle Eb let out another prisoner. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb lay sleeping on the lounge and when she had finished dressing me, Fred and I went out to play in the garden. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country We sat down to eat with them, as we had done at noon, and Uncle Eb consented to spend the night after some urging. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country The milking done, I sat on Uncle Eb's knee in the door-yard with all the rest of that household, hearing many tales of the wilderness, and of robbery and murder on Paradise Road. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb sank into a chair, laughing heartily, and pounding his knee. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country At the beginning of each day of our journey I woke to find Uncle Eb cooking at the fire. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I went to a spring near by for water and picked a good mess of blackberries that I hid away until supper time, so as to surprise Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb had to go to mill at Hillsborough, some twelve miles away, and Hope and I, after much coaxing and many family counsels, got leave to go with him. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country It was growing dark when Uncle Eb woke us, and the snow was driving in at the doorway. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Most of the day Uncle Eb sat near us and I remember a woman evangelist came and took a seat beside him, awhile, talking volubly of the scene. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country On our return, Uncle Eb began shoveling a tunnel in the cut. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country In a moment I was as wide awake as Uncle Eb and needed no more stimulation. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country When Uncle Eb came back the Hawk was walking quietly in a crowd of men and boys eager to feel his silken sides. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Father and mother were coming in below stairs and, hearing them, we helped Uncle Eb tie up his bundle and stow it away. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country And the evening before we came back to town Jed Feary was with us and Uncle Eb played his flute and sang the songs that had been the delight of our childhood. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb was a sight in his dusty broadcloth, when we got off the cars, and I know my appearance could not have been prepossessing. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country In the morning I found Uncle Eb in the stable showing him to the other help. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country The ditch was a bit rough, but Uncle Eb had no lack of courage. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb," says I, "you go right in fer a good time an' don' ye count the pennies. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Father and Uncle Eb met us at the depot and mother stood waving her handkerchief at the door as we drove up. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I turned to Uncle Eb who, now and then, had furtively wiped his eyes. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb had dusted and strung it and glued its weaker joints. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country In the uproar of cheers and waving of handkerchiefs I could not find Uncle Eb for a moment. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb or David Brower could tell a good horse by the sound of his footsteps, and they brought into St Lawrence County the haughty Morgans from Vermont. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country They grew up with me there and were the only friends I had after Bony, except Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb stopped him and began to laugh. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country We turned our new purchase into the pasture, and Uncle Eb and I drove away to Potsdam for a better nag. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Breakfast over Uncle Eb asked the Irishman to hitch him up. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb was leaning over the dasher his white locks flying. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country One night Uncle Eb told me if I would go out among men to try my hand at some sort of business he would start me with a thousand dollars. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I saw Uncle Eb glance at the ditch ahead. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb shouted, bouncing in his seat, as we went over stones and hummocks going like the wind. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Whereat I concluded that Uncle Eb's humour was as deep as it was kindly, but I have never been quite sure whether the remark was a compliment or a bit of satire. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Upon my eyes! it was Black Hawk, with nothing but a plain rope halter on his head, and Uncle Eb riding him. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I felt as if a talk with Uncle Eb or Elizabeth Brower would have given me the comfort I needed. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Hope and Uncle Eb were sitting together in his room when I returned. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb took no chances and refused everything that had a look of mystery and a suggestion of peril, dropping a droll remark, betimes, that sent a ripple of amusement around the table. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country There was a letter from Uncle Eb telling me when and by what steamer they were to leave. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Just then Uncle Eb opened the door, suddenly. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Many a summer night I sat talking for hours, with Uncle Eb, at the foot of Lone Pine. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Then Uncle Eb hurried upstairs and I came away. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country This haranguing of the herd had been going on a week or more when Uncle Eb and I, returning from a distant part of the farm, heard a great uproar in the stable. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb's hair was white now and the voices of the swift and the panther had grown mild and tremulous and unsatisfactory and even absurd. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb let up on the reins and looked back snorting with amusement. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country The postman came then with a letter for Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb used to say that wherever Elizabeth Brower went hereafter it would have to be clean and comfortable. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb, who had once heard the deacon swear, when the latter had been bruised by a kicking cow, said that, so far as he knew, the deacon never swore except when 'twas necessary. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb returned about eight o'clock and said the doctor was coming. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb and Tip Taylor, who knew the forest, and myself, were to go with Gerald to Blueberry Lake. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb was older than either of them but he had not thought of that. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country When we entered the shade of the big forest Uncle Eb got out his rifle and loaded it. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I heard the gun roar late in the night, and when I woke again Uncle Eb and Tip Taylor were standing over the fire in the chilly grey of the morning. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb went out to look after the horses that were tethered near us. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb began to pump vigorously at the cistern while David fussed with the fire. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country At four I went to meet Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I turned in by the side of Gerald and Uncle Eb went off with Tip for another trip in the dugout. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb had lifted his rifle to shoot again. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb came in to see me one day and sat awhile with me in my seat. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Late in August Uncle Eb and I took our Black Hawk stallion to the fair in Hillsborough and showed him for a prize. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb was not at the supper table that evening. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I dreaded the moment when Uncle Eb should drive down with Black Hawk in a plain leather harness, drawing a plainer buggy. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb pushed the cuspidor a bit nearer. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb spoke to father, in a low tone, whereupon the doctor turned suddenly, with a little grunt of enquiry, and seeing he was not addressed, sank again into thoughtful repose. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb stopped his hmnmer that was lifted to crack a butternut and pulled his chair close to Hope's. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country It would light one's eye with fear to hear Uncle Eb lift his voice in the cry of the swift. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I went with my friend, who had suffered less damage, and Uncle Eb brought me what I needed to look more respectable than I felt. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country The top off, Uncle Eb removed a layer of pasteboard. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I was talking with a fellow sufferer and patching the skin on my knuckles, when suddenly I met Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb and David were away buying cattle, half the week, but Elizabeth Brower was always at home to look after my comfort. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb had brought an armful of wood, and some water in the teapot, while I was sleeping. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I found my own, I remember, but none of them gave me such help as that of Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country When the exercises were over I found Uncle Eb by the front door of the church, waiting for me. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country After breakfast Uncle Eb and I hitched him to the light buggy and touched him up for a short journey down the road. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I crowded through and held the horse's nose while Uncle Eb got down. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country The fire was gone down to a few embers when Uncle Eb woke me and the grotto was lit only by a sprinkle of moonlight from above. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb, who had never ridden a long journey on the cars before, had put on his grand suit of broadcloth. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country It bent double as Uncle Eb gave it a lift. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Elizabeth Brower was up early in the morning and called Uncle Eb, who went away for the doctor as soon as light came. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb went away shortly and was at Sol Rollin's when I came to dinner. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Our breakfast over, Uncle Eb made me promise to stay with Fred and the basket while he went away to find a man who could row us across. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Mother and Hope and Uncle Eb were rubbing his hands and feet. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb and I watched that night, while Tip Taylor drove away to town. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb reached for his rifle, his hand trembling. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country David or Uncle Eb came down for us often of a Saturday and brought us back before service in the morning. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country We filled our hats with them and Uncle Eb found a spring, beside which we built a fire and had a memorable meal that made me glad of my hunger. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country We listened a moment, while a worried look came over the face of Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I was leaving to seek my fortune in the big city; Uncle Eb was off for a holiday and to see Hope and bring her home for a short visit. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country A twinge of homesick ness came to me and the snoring of Uncle Eb gave me no comfort. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I felt for Uncle Eb and he was gone. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Naturally there were a good many things I wanted to know about 'the ol' man o' the woods,' but Uncle Eb would take no part in any further conversation. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Our supper over, Uncle Eb let me look at his tobacco-box—a shiny thing of German silver that always seemed to snap out a quick farewell to me before it dove into his pocket. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country The droning voice of Uncle Eb and the feel of his hand upon my forehead called me back, blinking, once or twice, but not for long. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I remember the man crossed the creaking floor and sat down near us after he had parleyed with Uncle Eb awhile in whispers. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb was a bit better but very lame at that and kept to his bed the greater part of the day. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Re-enforced by Uncle Eb's cane he soon saw the heels of his aggressor and stood growling savagely. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country We stayed another day in the old house, that went like the last, and the night man came again to see Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I got a cheery greeting from Uncle Eb, who was feeding the fire with a big heap of sticks that he had piled together. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb was tired after the toil of that night and went asleep almost as soon as he was down. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb was always careful not to commit himself on a doubtful point. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country When we lay on our backs in the firelight I remember the weary, droning voice of Uncle Eb had an impressive accompaniment of whispers. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb gave it a lift then that brought it ashore and a good bit of water with it. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Away in the distance I could hear a strange, wild cry, and I asked what it was and Uncle Eb whispered back, ''s a loon.' Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I knew the source of it was near us and ran to Uncle Eb in a fearful panic. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb was a little out of patience that evening, and I thought he bore down too harshly in his rebuke of the old dog. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Then, too, as we lay there in the firelight, Uncle Eb told the remarkable story of the gingerbread hear. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country It was glooming fast in the thick timber, and Uncle Eb almost ran with me while the way was plain. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country My ears had gone deaf with drowsiness when a quick stir in the body of Uncle Eb brought me back to my senses. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Some of them tried to pet the dog, but old Fred kept to his labour at the heels of Uncle Eb and looked neither to right nor left. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country We stopped under a tree by the side of a narrow brook for our dinner, and one incident of that meal I think of always when I think of Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I could just see Uncle Eb in the dim light of the fire, kneeling beside me, the rifle in his hand. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I remember taking refuge between the knees of Uncle Eb, and Fred sat close in front of us growling fiercely when they came too near. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Hope and Uncle Eb and I went away in a coach with Mrs Fuller. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb stood near me in his stocking feet and shirt-sleeves. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Presently Uncle Eb sneezed so powerfully that it rattled the crystals on the chandelier and rang in the brass medallions. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country After supper Uncle Eb went up the side of the cut and brought back a lot of hemlock boughs and spread them under Old Doctor for bedding. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country In a moment I turned to Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb who sat between us pinched her cheek playfully. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country But when I saw that you walked so naturally I knew Uncle Eb had been trying to fool me. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country For an hour Uncle Eb sat listening unable to get in a word. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb skimmed the boiling sap, put more wood on the fire and came and pulled off his boots and lay down beside me under the robe. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country We were two weeks at home with mother and father and Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb had built a furious fire and the warmth of it made me sleepy at last. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb sat down on one of them awhile to rest. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb opened the little box of honey and spread some of it on our bread and butter. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb was talking in a low tone as they came down the other bank. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country But I didn't know what it meant until I heard the hearty 'hurrah' of Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb hesitated, groping for an answer, I suppose, that would do no violence to our mutual understanding. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb thought of going on, but the night was coming fast and there would be no moon and we were footsore and hungry. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb laughed and held Fred by the collar, and I began to cry out in terror, presently, when, to my great relief, she let go and ran away to her own people. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Fred tried to sit down when Uncle Eb tied a leading rope to his collar. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb lifted the leaning door a little and shoved it aside. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb took a step backward as if it had startled him. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I lay close to Uncle Eb imagining much evil of that vision but made no outcry. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I have often wondered at his frankness; but there was a fatherly tenderness, I remember in the voice of Uncle Eb, and I judge it tempted his confidence. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb shouted 'whoa', and held him back, and then the dog got down on his belly and trembled until we patted his head and gave him a kind word. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb was not cheerful and told me but one story and that had no life in it. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I regarded her with curiosity and suspicion at first, while Uncle Eb was talking with the men. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb used to say it was a great comfort to see Elkenah Samson sing bass. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country We called to him and Uncle Eb knelt and touched his head. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country In paying for it Uncle Eb took a package out of his trouser pocket to get his change. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb was a born lover of fun. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb and I—a little lad, a very little lad of six—were all that was left of what had been in that home. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb told him, briefly, the story of our going west 'Guess you'd never do me no harm—would ye?' the man asked. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb had a serious look in his face. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country It was a dry nook in the pines—'tight as a house,' Uncle Eb said—and carpeted with the fragrant needles. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country As soon as they heard of my misfortune at home Uncle Eb wrote he was coming to see me. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country When we had come back from dinner Uncle Eb drew off his boots and sat comfortably in his stocking feet while Hope told of her travels and I of my soldiering. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I had to hold my head down, presently, when the tall brush began to whip the basket and I heard the big boots of Uncle Eb ripping the briars. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I remember the jolt of the basket as he rose, and hearing him say, 'Well, Uncle Eb, I guess we'd better be goin'.' Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb saw the death throes of the bee and knelt down and lifted the dead body by one of its wings. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb has told me since, that I tumbled out of the basket once, and that he had a time of it getting me in again, but I remember nothing more of that day's history. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb began to fasten the oil blanket to the stalks of corn for a shelter. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Suddenly Uncle Eb gave a jerk that brought a groan out of him and then let his hook go down again, his hands trembling, his face severe. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb dressed them and laid them over the fire on a gridiron of green birch, salting them as they cooked. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Here I shall quote you again from the diary of Uncle Eb. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb called him aside and was talking to him a long time. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country We were off in the woods by nine o'clock, according to Uncle Eb's diary, and I remember the trail led us into thick brush where I had to get out and walk a long way. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country He delayed a bit by trying to shake them off, but Uncle Eb gave him a sharp word or two and then he walked along very thoughtfully. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb had a serious look and was not inclined to talk or story telling. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb became a great favourite in the family, and David Brower came to know soon that he was 'a good man to work' and could be trusted 'to look after things'. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb was up with the men in the morning and at breakfast time my hostess came and woke me with kisses and helped me to dress. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country I'll put a kink in your neck fer you if ye don't walk up,' said Uncle Eb, as he looked back at the dog, in a temper wholly unworthy of him. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb showed me how to brake the wheels with a long stick going downhill. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Then Uncle Eb went away to the fence for more wood, while we spread the supper. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb went to work vigorously with his shovel and had soon cut a narrow box stall in the deep snow around Old Doctor. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country Uncle Eb was up on his elbow staring wildly. Eben Holden, a tale of the north country |
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