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"You're right, Deacon," spoke Cobin Keeler. "Oh, Acton," exclaimed the Admiral, "nothing that you can say could approach what I feel, could express what I suffer." "Where the dickens are my pants?" he whispered. "See anythin' of 'em, Bill?".
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Mr Eagle looked as obedient as a quartermaster to instructions sternly delivered by a flogging captain. "Pa," said Billy, "would you mind comin' to the woodshed an' lookin' over my open water decoys. I've been restringin' 'em, an' weightin' the canvasbacks an' redheads, an' givin' the bluebills a fresh coat o' paint. I'd like to know what you think of my job." Erie clasped her hands in ecstasy at sight of the wild ducks. "Oh, aren't they lovely!" she cried. "Put them in the ice-house, Daddy, until Billy starts for home." "By Gosh, you've hit it right on the head. That's what eddication does fer a man—makes him sharp as a razor. Yes, they're brothers an' so much alike all I've got to do is describe one of 'em an' you have 'em all.".
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