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“What the dickens are you doing?” yelled the foreman of a surfacing gang, starting for the boy on a run. “Want to flood the works?” The wind was roaring so that they could scarcely hear each other speak. “Yes, very. We shook them into a basket. Those that were bruised, Aunt Grenertsen said we might have.”.
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So Johnny Blossom repeated the little prayers he had said every night since he was two years old, and was soon sleeping peacefully. “He’s a very good boy, too, Aunt Grenertsen.” Pshaw! What a beastly wind! He could scarcely hold the umbrella, and as for Tellef’s steering, it was downright stupid. Oh, oh! Was the boat going to upset? It was a lively time. The boat flew like an arrow, the waves were high, the wind—really he could not hold the umbrella much longer. My, oh, my! how far out they were now. The boat took in water every minute—whole buckets full. Johnny Blossom’s blouse was sopping wet. Indifference to his wife affecting..
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