'Looks a good deal like a new breed.'
'Yes,' he answered soberly, then he set his lips, threw a sweeping
glance into the gallery, and passed on.
Susan Baker's cow was one of the permanent features of the
county fair, and was indeed a curiosity not less remarkable than
the sacred ox of Mr Barnum.
Here also I met a group of the pretty girls who had been my
schoolmates. They surrounded me, chattering like magpies.
'There's going to be a dance at our house tonight,' said one of them,
'and you must come.'
'I cannot, I must go home,' I said.
'Of course!' said a red-cheeked saucy miss. 'The stuck-up thing! He
wouldn't go anywhere unless he could have his sister with him.'
Then they went away laughing.
I found Ab Thomas at the rifle range. He was whittling as he
considered a challenge from Tip Taylor to shoot a match. He
turned and 'hefted' the rifle, silently, and then he squinted
over the barrel two or three times.
'Dunno but what I'll try ye once,' he said presently, 'jes t' see.'
Once started they grew red in their faces and shot themselves
weary in a reckless contest of skill and endurance.
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