The Huge Hunter - Or, the Steam Man of the Prairies by Edward S. (Edward Sylvester) Ellis
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through digging for gold. The thing was just taking shape in my head.
See here, naow, ain't you going to give a fellow a ride?' 'Jis' what I wanted; shall I run it for you?' 'No, I see how it works; them 'ere thingumbobs and gimcracks do it all.' 'Johnny, hyar, will tell yer 'bout it.' The little humpback sprung nimbly down, and ran around the man, explaining as well as he could in a few moments the manner of controlling its movements. The Yankee felt some sensitiveness in being instructed by such a tiny specimen, and springing into the wagon, exclaimed: 'Git eout! tryin' to teach yer uncle! I knowed how the thing would work before you were born!' Perching himself on the top of the wood which was heaped up in the wagon, the enthusiastic New Englander carefully looked over the prairie to see that the way was clear, and was about to 'let on steam,' when he turned toward the Irishman. 'Come, Mickey, git up here.' 'Arrah now, but I never learnt to ride the divil when I was home in the ould country,' replied the Irishman, backing away. But both Ethan and Baldy united in their persuasions, and finally |
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