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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"Mr. Jack Hamlin's Mediation"

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same moment, however, a pink calico arm fluttered above his head, and a
strong grasp seized his coat collar. The cabin half revolved as the girl
dragged him into the open door.
"You bantam!" she said, with a laugh, "why didn't you let ME do that?
I'm taller than you! But," she added, looking at his dripping clothes
and dragging out a blanket from the corner, "I couldn't dry myself
as quick as you kin!" To her surprise, however, Hemmingway tossed the
blanket aside, and pointing to the floor, which was already filmed with
water, ran to the still warm stove, detached it from its pipe, and threw
it overboard. The sack of flour, bacon, molasses, and sugar, and all the
heavier articles followed it into the stream. Relieved of their weight
the cabin base rose an inch or two higher. Then he sat down and said,
"There! that may keep us afloat for that 'couple of hours' you speak of.
So I suppose I may talk now!"
"Ye haven't no time," she said, in a graver voice. "It won't be as long
as a couple of hours now.


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