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"I reckon they're after somebody; likely it's me."
"A body of armed men accompanied the deported wickedness of Poker Flat to the outskirts of the settlement... The exiles wereforbidden to return at the peril of their lives."
"He retained, however, his presence of mind sufficiently tokick Uncle Billy, who was about to say something, and Uncle Billy was sober enough to recognize in Mr. Oakhurst’s kick a superior power that would not bear trifling.
"'We’ll have a good camp for a week, and then the snow’ll melt, and we’ll all go back together.' The cheerful gayety of the young man, and Mr. Oakhurst’s calm infected the others.
When night crept up again through the gorges, the reedy notes of the accordion rose and fell in fitful spasms and long-drawn gasps by the flickering camp-fire. But music failed to fill entirely the aching void left by insufficient food, and a new diversion was proposed by Piney,—story-telling.
“I’m going,” she said, in a voice of querulous weakness, “but don’t say anything about it. Don’t waken the kids. Take the bundle from under my head and open it.” Mr. Oakhurst did so. It contained Mother Shipton’s rations for the last week, untouched.
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