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Bolanyo

Chapter 7 THE NOTORIOUS BUGG PETERS.

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of this physical service, he continued his visits to give me the benefit of his spiritual strength. And once, when he came into my room, like a dark repr

ness and invited me to his church to hear him preach upon the

ster of snails; and away over yonder was a blush on the landscape-a jungle of roses. There were flowers everywhere, and far from the mansions of the lordly was many a log hut, beautiful in a tangle of vines. We drove down the river, toward a densely timbered flat, but did not penetrate its malarious shade, the Senator choosing to turn to the left to drive me to a distant hill whereon stood the school for girls, the one of which he might have taken charge, h

he notorious

ng hair looked like hay, and his eye

for your hea

w my friend, Mr. Belford,

n't dead had put off somewhere. Never was blowed up, that is, by a boat, but I've went through mighty nigh everything else. Almost hugged to death by a bear down

I an

I was permitted to speak for myself. "I've had a good many things to happen to me, first

looked at Mr. Peters for an expla

f you'll step over there on that rise, you can look down in the bottoms and see my house, and I'll bet you it's a-tremblin' like a leaf right now. Them seven fellers keep it a-shakin' all the time. Yes, Sir. Now, when Mag took a man, I says, says I, 'Mag, I have always looked on you as the smartest one of the family, and I want you to do me a favor; I want you to see if you can't ta

enator, laughing, "why don't

ut? I reckon not, Senator. I've learned to let well enough alone, and jest ordinary everyday c

ted to go yesterday, but the

e us before you go. I can show you about the finest and shakinest set of son-in-laws you ever saw. Did think somethin' of showin' 'em at

in a distressful tone of voice implored him to wait a moment. "I want to ask a favor," he said. "Wouldn't do it if it wan't for the fact

happen to find it,"

as blowed up a bad opinion of me. I've got the good opinion of everybody else

r thirty-day notes do

e declared in

wenty at least,"

is news to me, and mighty sad news at that. Huh,

made the mistake,"

icket in. Oh, I don't deny that I might owe you a note or so-may be the addition of another son-in-law kept me from payin' it-but all my gals are married now, and I don't look for any big increase in the family till my

want with the

bushels of wheat. That

ut a notebook, "I'll give you an order o

drap a tear in the palm of your hand. Yes, Sir, you can

to whine his gratitude and loudly to swear that at the next election he

t such fellows to

his hand, he continued: "It's luck, Belford, nothing but luck. I've never had any management. I have a set of books, but half the time I don't know where I stand. My plantation pays, not because it's well managed, but because the land's rich. I bought it, together with the house I live in, with money that was left me, and the fact that I am not compelled to scuffle for a living is no particular credit to me. It's simply luck

nd black,"

e you, Uncle Gabe?" he cal

Bugg-and by Washin

d, though ignoring politics, he controls a large negro vote. Look out over there, you boys, that mule might kick you. Aunt Sally, glad to s

ladies, and the Senator waved his hat at a vision of white and pink on the portico. "My daughter Florence was graduated here," said he. "And, by the way, you haven't met Estell. He was to have come ho

fair work in a gym

the Senator's house. It was a military road, my companion sai

are very deep indeed, and I have

right. Boat blew up at the door of our city, a

want to give you some s

ht, Sir. There'

all go to

or two. Have you an

ok for one. I have deci

wise. It must be an uncertain sort of

ng to wri

ur people around it. And look here, Belford, there are characters enough about here to make one of the best pla

I mus

hat way. Of course, if you are tired

n the face of the earth. The days melt one into anot

laughing. "There's always a strong enthusiasm behind that sort of talk. By

k so-I know

A man from New Orleans built it, went broke in a bigger speculation, leased it to a Dutchma

ute, Senator, but the

e mellow words of an an

ellow took it into his head that I was a little too conspicuous-I had called him a liar, or something of the sort, don't remember exactly what-and gave it out that he was going to horsewhip me. And I sent him word to buy his whip from Alf Murray, first-class harness dealer, and a friend of m

his mind?" I inquired, with

say you've got no money. Now, let me tell you what I'll do. I'll advance the money and go in as a partner. The money I am compelled to spend during each campaign is begi

avagances, Senator. I could say that y

t be businesslike

p at your p

o down to-morrow a

to have your name

give them the best, it will make me still more useful and popular

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“This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1897. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XL THE CHARM OF AN OLD TOWN. THE spiritual atmosphere of Bolanyo was like the charm of an old book that we prize only for the almost secret art of its expression, an art too ethereal to be caught and inspected. Sometimes it was drowsy, with all the dreamy laziness of a hamlet in the south of Spain, but there were days when it seemed to rebel against its own ease and unconcern, when a sense of Americanism asserted itself to demand a share in the bustling affairs of noisy commerce. Court day was a time of special activity. It was then that the local market felt a stimulating thrill. My window looked out upon the public square, a macadamized space, white and dazzling in the sun. Sometimes the scene was busy and interesting in variety; wagons loaded with hay still fragrant of the meadow; a brisk horse trotted up and down in front of an auctioneer; negroes with live chickens tied in bunches; a drunken man making a speech on the wretched condition of the country; a \"fakir\" on the corner selling a soap that would remove a stain from even a tarnished reputation. Life along the levee was ever interesting to me, for it was there that I could study the slowly vanishing type of boatmen, once so distinctive as to threaten the coming of a new and haughty aristocracy. Singing the song of long ago, with their eyes fixed upon the river, the old negroes stumbled over the railway track that a new progress had thrown across their domain. Great red warehouses 'were falling into decay, and rank weeds were growing in the bow of a half-submerged steamer that years ago had won a great race on the river. Everywhere lay the rotting ends and broken ravelings of the past, but nowhere, not even in the oddest corner, could there be found the thread of a hope for the future. The busine...”
1 Chapter 1 ON THE RIVER.2 Chapter 2 IN THE AIR.3 Chapter 3 THE BLACK GIANT.4 Chapter 4 THE SENATOR.5 Chapter 5 A MOMENT OF FORGIVENESS.6 Chapter 6 INTRODUCED TO MRS. ESTELL.7 Chapter 7 THE NOTORIOUS BUGG PETERS.8 Chapter 8 THE STATE TREASURER.9 Chapter 9 PUBLIC ENTERTAINERS.10 Chapter 10 MR. PETTICORD.11 Chapter 11 THE CHARM OF AN OLD TOWN.12 Chapter 12 A MATTER OF BUSINESS.13 Chapter 13 THE PLACE OF THE GOBLINS.14 Chapter 14 OLD JOE VARK.15 Chapter 15 OLD AUNT PATSEY.16 Chapter 16 THE PLAY.17 Chapter 17 A SLOW STEP ON THE STAIRS.18 Chapter 18 TO MEET THE MANAGER.19 Chapter 19 BURN THE JUNIPER.20 Chapter 20 GLEANING THE FIELD.21 Chapter 21 THE WORK OF A SCOUNDREL.22 Chapter 22 IN THE THICKET.23 Chapter 23 THE RINGING OF THE BELL.24 Chapter 24 MAGNOLIA LAND.25 Chapter 25 DOWN A DARK ALLEY.26 Chapter 26 CONCLUSION-IN THE GARDEN.