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The great waves were now driving the boat in towards the shore, but unfortunately to the outer, dangerous side of the Tongue.,Yield to peace the mourning day!,“It’s a young city. But here we are.”,“Now that was kind of you,” said Grandmother as she sat once more on the slope in front of the house.,“Yes.”,“It is therefore my last wish that my grand-nephew, John Christopher Winkel Blossom, inherit after me my estate of Kingthorpe, whole and undivided, including the mansion and park, the Works, the Bay Point wharves, the Holmen sawmill”—,At home that day they had been baking the Christmas cakes. Johnny Blossom had eaten not a little of the raw dough, and his sister Asta and he had made some cakes of remarkable shapes (though rather dingy from much handling), which they were allowed to bake.,Perhaps he might find Lars Berget, who worked in the stable under Carlstrom, but who was always pleasant and had a great deal to tell about the different horses. Why, there was Lars now. Johnny scarcely recognized him in his new black clothes.,CHAPTER XV THE CAPTURE OF BOB,“Now you see what silly nincompoops you are—never believing a single thing I tell you.”,“You bet you did,” was Bob’s answer. “Good for you. I don’t think there is any question but what the cattlemen are behind this.”,“Yep,” boasted Harper, “an’ mebbeso we can keep a-puttin’ it off ontwell they git plum tired of tryin’ to buck us cowmen.”.