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BROTHERS 
husks, dry crab-grass, tender young grass 
and weeds along the ditch-banks, and the 
creek, he hated to move it- — -especially 
when it had not eaten out more than half 
the nubbins and down ears left in corn¬ 
gathering. But weather-wisdom made 
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line to tole the flock home. The way was 
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ramp from creek-level — but Billy and 
Wyeth, walking behind with Diana, both 
insisted she should not burden herself 
carrying the buck-berries all had gathered. 
She persisted in holding them, saying with 
a pout: “They mustn’t be lost — and you’ll 
have to run, maybe, before we’re safe 
home.’’ Sure enough—at the upper draw¬ 
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short about, and tried to break back, but 
was headed vigilantly. Notwithstanding, 
his spirit seemed to pass into the mass, it 
wheeled and surged, and was held in 
course only by help of Bruce, who came 
with sudden timeliness out of the woods. 
A sheep dog, wise in sheep ways, Major 
Talbot had called him in vain before start¬ 
ing. Therefore he decided Bruce had gone 
with the rest to town, as was his vagrant 
habit once or twice a year. Possibly Bruce 
had started and been warned by the shift¬ 
ing wind to come back to his charges. 
However that may have been, he soon had 
them in line, but without worrying them 
in the least. The Major did not speak to 
him—he did his work of his own motion. 
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and barked — three short, satisfied barks, 
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had not his master stooped to pat him and 
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“Dinner! My Lawd in heaben! Don’ 
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hands,” Tex flung at the hungry young¬ 
sters who trooped out into the kitchen. 
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good. Don't keer wlmt Miss Nancy say 
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