Nelly's Silver Mine: A Story of Colorado LifeJackson, Helen Hunt
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Nelly's Silver Mine: A Story of Colorado Life
Jackson, Helen Hunt
Colorado -- History -- To 1876 -- Juvenile fiction
"Now, you be sure an' not let on about the wagon: won't you, sir,"
he added, looking back over his shoulder, as he walked away fast on
his great long legs, which looked almost like stilts, they were so
long.
"Oh, yes! you may trust me, Billy," called Mr. March. "I won't tell.
Good-by!"
CHAPTER XI
HOW TO FIND A SILVER MINE
When Nelly set off on her next trip to Rosita, she felt a little sad
and a little afraid. It had been decided that it would not be best
for Rob to go at present, even if he had wished to; that it would be
better to wait until the boys had forgotten the fight about the
yokes before he was seen in town again. Rob walked with Nelly as far
as Billy's cabin. Here they waited awhile for Nelly to rest, and to
make sure that she did not get into town till nine o'clock, after
the boys were all safe inside the school-house. In the bottom of her
heart, Nelly was really afraid of seeing them again. She would not
own, even to herself, that she felt fear; but she could not help
wondering all the time what the boys would do,--if they would say
any thing when they saw her walking along all alone, and without her
yoke on her shoulders. Rob was to spend the day with Lucinda, and be
ready to walk home with her in the afternoon. He too felt very
uncomfortable about being left behind; and there were two sad little
faces which looked wistfully into each other, as the good-bys were
being said.
"I'll come part way and meet you," said Rob. "It's too mean!"
"No, don't!" said Nelly: "the sun will be so hot; and perhaps I
sha'n't come till late. Good-by!"
Nelly wore on her head a man's hat, with a brim so broad you could
hardly see her face at all. She had had to wear this ever since the
summer weather began: the sun is so hot in Colorado that no one can
bear it on his head or face in the summer. On Nelly's arm swung her
neat white sun-bonnet, tied by its strings, and pinned up in paper.
When she reached the last hill before entering the town, she always
took off her hat, and hid it in a hollow place she had found in the
root of a great pine-tree; then she wore her sun-bonnet into town,
and people sometimes said to her:--
"Why, Nelly, how do you keep your sun-bonnet so clean, after this
long, dusty walk?"
But Nelly never told her secret. She was afraid some boy might hear
it, and go and find the hiding-place of her hat.
There wasn't a boy to be seen when Nelly entered the town this
morning. How relieved her heart was you can imagine. She just drew a
long breath, and said to herself, "Oh! but I'm thankful. Poor Rob!
he might as well have come as not."
Then she ran on to Ulrica's house. Ulrica was very busy ironing some
fine white clothes for a young lady who was visiting in Rosita:
Ulrica was the only nice washerwoman in the town. Nelly stood by the
ironing-board, watching Ulrica flute the pretty lace ruffles.
Presently she sighed, and said:--
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