Hills of the Shatemuc by Susan Warner
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"Thank you, sir; --but I am afraid Mannahatta would be too
expensive for me." "Perhaps. -- But vere will you go?" "I don't know sir, yet." "But ven you get through, you will come to Mannahatta and let me see what you have made of yourself?" Winthrop shook his head. "I don't know when that will be, Mr. Herder." They were walking through a tangled woodland, along one of the deep mountain gorges; the naturalist stopping frequently to give closer notice to something. He stood still here to examine a piece of rock. "Will you let me give you one little direction," said he producing his little hammer, -- "_two_ little direction, or I should call them big direction, which may be of some goot to you?" "I wish you would, sir." "In de first place den, don't never go half way through nozing. If some thing you want to know is in de middle of dat rock," said he striking it, "knock de rock all to pieces but what you will have it. I mean, when you begin, finish, and do it goot." |
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