Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 16: what you’re looking at

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18 LITTLE MOCCASIN. “You know! wal, what d’ye know ?” “IT know what they mean by all that whispering old bother out there.” “ What bother, Charley ?” “ About the 29th of December.” “That’s your sort, Charley! Out with it ” Charley shook his head, turned up the whites of his eyes to the roof, shifted his legs, rubbed his shins, and waited for a little more urging. At last he said: “ Though you enay think poor Charley a little slack-baked, there ain’t one o’ you, Pll bate; has ever catched the idee.” “Wal, wal, never mainid out with it, my boy.” “ Sartin, precious— “ But speak low, for the old man is watchin’ us.” “Well, then, the 29th of December is a—now guess, will ye ” | “No; no; have done with your foolin’, if you don’t want to be chiicked through that window ”—pointing—" into a snow-bank, head first.” “ Head first, lollipop ?” “ Yes, Charley, head first, an’ no mistake.” “Then ‘here goes. The 29th of December must be—it can’t be otherwise ”—all the company leaned forward eagerly, and even the outsiders appeared to wait for the sentence to be finished—“ it must be somebody's birthday. Mutton-heads !” One moment of dead silence, and then followed such an uproar !—and poor Charley was caught up by the legs and arms, and hustled and tumbled about from: pillar to post, till the captain was obliged to interfere. > . “Order! order! silence within there!’ cried he. ‘“ Not another word, for your lives! There’s mischief brewing, and we want to know what it means.” Again all three stood listening outside the lodge, but some- what further off than before, as if they did not mean to be overheard, After another long long lull of perfect stillness, there came slowly and from afar a great, heavy, tumultuous roar, remind- - ing the forester, he said, of what he had often heard in the Bay of Fundy, where the tide rises forty feet or so, in three connicloooks.com