Mr. Scraggs by Henry Wallace Phillips
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"'I be,' says I. "'Then don't let's hear no more out of you,' he says, 'but come along.' "'The powder'll be friz,' I hints, still tryin' to switch him off. "'Not much,' he says. 'She's down a cellar twenty foot deep--come on.' "'Just as you say, William,' I remarks--the only thing to do. "So we toted ten cases of giant to the bottom of the mill, fixed the cap and fuse careful, touched her off, and walked away from there. "Whilest I wouldn't have you think for a minute, dear friends and brothers, that I uphold any conduct like that, for my part I'm willin' to admit there's things less exhileratin' than standin' on a small rise, of a clear, fine, moonlight winter night, waitin' to see a fifty-stamp mill go off, "And she went. Let me repeat it: she went. We first ketched a smack on the soles of our feet, and then that mill flew to a fiery finish. Jeehoopidderammity! It was simply gorgeous. "We didn't have time to take it all in, howsomever, for after the first blast a big, black thing sailed over our heads with the fearfullest screech that ever scart a man to death. |
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