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“And the water of the reservoir would cover how many acres?” “Be off with yourself, boy!” he would always say if Johnny Blossom but put his nose in at the stable door. First, however, the six perfect apples were laid carefully upon the porch steps..
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Bob mingled with the crowd and finally drifted into the moving picture show. His mind was busy with his problem and he did not pay as much attention as usual to the scenes that were flashed before him on the screen. He became aware, however, even in the dim light, that directly in front of him sat an Indian, seemingly alone. A little to the left were a crowd of Mexicans, who, from their boisterous behavior, seemed to have been able to smuggle some whiskey into the camp, which, of course, was absolutely forbidden on a Government job. Poor Uncle Isaac! He was sick now again—worse, in fact. He had heart disease, Mother said. Jeremias the wood-cutter also talked of a pain in his heart, but since he had begun to rub himself all over with kerosene, he had become much better. It smelled dreadfully in Jeremias’s little hut, but he was better. Johnny Blossom would certainly write to Uncle Isaac and tell him that all he had to do to cure himself of the pain was to rub himself with kerosene. “Pooh! That’s nothing to do,” said Johnny Blossom. “You can just bet your boots I am,” returned Ted, holding out his hand. Bob shook it warmly..
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