The Free Rangers: A Story of the Early Days Along the MississippiAltsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
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The Free Rangers: A Story of the Early Days Along the Mississippi
Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction; Mississippi River -- Juvenile fiction
"Jim," said Shif'less Sol in plaintive tones to Long Jim Hart, "won't you
please come here, an' hold up my head?"
"Now, Sol Hyde," said Long Jim, "what do you want me to come thar an' hold
up your head fur? Are you too lazy to hold it up fur yourself?"
"No, Jim, I ain't too lazy to hold it up fur myself, I'm jest too weak.
Lack o' exercise an' fresh air, an' elbow room hev done fur poor Sol Hyde
at last. I'm pinin' away. Tell Henry when he comes back, ef he ever does,
that I fell into a decline. I done my best to b'ar up, but my best wuzn't
good enough."
"Now you shut up, Sol Hyde," said Jim Hart, "or you'll hev me down real
sick with your foolish talk, ez I jest can't stand it."
They stopped because at that moment there came unto them Lieutenant Diego
Bernal, fresh, chipper, with a few additional flounces and ruffles added
to his jaunty uniform, and a smile upon his dark, pleasant face.
"Ah, my gallant four, who were once my gallant five," he said as he
stroked his little mustache, "I have news for you, important news. You are
even to be summoned again to the presence of His Excellency, Bernardo
Galvez, the Governor General of Louisiana, and that summons is immediate.
I have an impression, though my impressions are usually false and my
memory always weak, that the large youth, the strong youth, the splendid
youth, surnamed the Ware, who was released for the time at the
intercession of Senor Pollock, has been achieving something. This, I
think, is the reason of the sudden call to the audience with His
Excellency."
Paul was all life at once. He sprang up, his eyes sparkling and the flush
of anticipation coming into his face.
"Henry has succeeded!" he cried. "He has done something big! I knew he
would! He has defeated Alvarez and that wretch Wyatt!"
The Catalan regarded Paul with admiration. He liked this enthusiasm, this
infinite trust in a comrade. The five and their faith in one another
continued to make the strongest of appeals to him.
"I think it is even so," he said. "The young giant surnamed the Ware, must
have done a great deed, because Don Francisco Alvarez, is summoned, at the
same time, to the presence of His Excellency, the Governor General,
Bernardo Galvez, and I hear that he is in no pleasant frame of mind
because of it. Come!"
The four went forth joyfully. Shif'less Sol was the first to put foot on
Mother Earth, and he stopped, raised his head, and opened his mouth to its
widest extent.
"Jim," he said to Long Jim Hart, "I want to breathe it in, this outdoors
an' fresh air an' freedom, everywhar I kin, at my mouth, nose, ears, an'
eyes, too, ef they're any good at that sort o' business."
"An' at the pores, too, Sol," said Paul.
"What's pores?"
"Millions and millions of fine little holes all over you."
"Wa'll, I ain't ever seed any o' them holes, or felt 'em, but ef they're
in me I hope they're all workin' right now, drawin' the good fresh air."
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