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“You are all I’ve got, son,” was the quiet reply. “I must let you do the best you can for yourself.” There was something so fascinating, so rhythmical in this operation, that Bob had difficulty in tearing his eyes away and concentrating on his work. The flame continued to direct his course; and on a nearer approach, he perceived, by the red reflection of its fires, streaming a long radiance upon the waters beneath—a lighthouse situated upon a point of rock which overhung the sea. He knocked for admittance, and the door was opened by an old man, who bade him welcome..
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Ted Hoyt evidently had wasted no time in carrying out Bob’s plan, for he did not show up at breakfast. His chances of success worried Bob all morning and once or twice Mr. Whitney had to call him down for some inattention to the business at hand. But when the day passed and Ted had not returned, Bob was reasonably certain that the cattleman had not refused to take in his son. That was a help.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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“Yes, but there is a lot more to forestry than that. I’d like to show you some day how modern logging is done.”
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“I’m sorry that I inflicted it all upon you, Bob. I was sort of acting the cry baby, wasn’t I?” “No,” returned the boy. “I didn’t have time after things started to break loose.” So Johnny Blossom repeated the little prayers he had said every night since he was two years old, and was soon sleeping peacefully. Uncle Isaac lay in the big carved bedstead. My, oh, my! how pale he was! almost as pale as Jeremias the wood-cutter..
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