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Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch

Chapter 4 THE ANNEXATION OF CUBY

Word Count: 1171    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

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t in Mrs. Wiggs's heart by Jim's death could never be filled, but time was beginning to softe

was in Miss Olcott's keeping as a safeguard against another rainy day. Mrs. Wiggs had got as much was

oud possessor of a dilapidated wagon, sole relic of the late Mr. Wiggs, he had nothing to hitch to it. Scarcely a week passed that he

t supper-time, and exclaimed in excited tones: "Ma, I 've got a horse! He was havin' a

o you want with a fit-h

ay fer cartin' away his carcass, but I said, 'All right, I 'll take him, anyw

cross the commons. A group of men stood around th

he came up. "I tole Billy you'd beat him fer

I know. That hoss's carcass is worth something I 'spect he'd bring 'bout two dollars

s the matter with him," was her final diagnosis; "his lights is riz. Billy, I'm goin' home fer

e, for it was supper-time, and there was nothing to see now but the

she explained. "I jes' rolled the calomel in with some soft, light bread. Now, you prop his jaw open with a little sti

ting-ground, and was loath to return to the sordid earth. His limbs were already stiffening in death, and the whites of

kin. I 've got to run over home. Build it right up

kettle of soup was steaming away on the stove ready for supper. Mrs. Wiggs did not believe in sacrificing the present need to the future comfort.

, you come here an' help me pour this soup into the bottle. I'm goin' to git that ole hoss so het up he'll think he's havin' a sunstr

ted over Mrs. Wiggs and the patient, but a goodly amount had

pause in his work,

ou think I'd b

and usually required much thoughtful consideration; but in t

ed Billy, feeling that nothing was

ed the horse. Babies, pigs, goats, and puppies had drawn largely on her supply o

call him Cuby! It's a town I heare

r by the horse, and put each of his hoofs into the hot liquid, wh

ece of carpet by my bed, an' we'll kiver him up. I am goin'

wended its way across the Cabbage Patch. First came an old woman, bearing sundry pails, kettles, and bottles; next came a very sleepy li

n with a mangled constitution, internal dissension, a decided preponderance of foreign element,

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