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Title: Bushy : a romance founded on fact
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Alden, Cynthia May Westover, 1862-
Subjects: Frontier and pioneer life -- Rocky Mountains Rocky Mountains -- Fiction
Publisher: New York : Morse
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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t into the very arms of Tom, who, with a pro-found bow, pronounced the entertainment at anend. Its not stretchin a pint to say that the gal isamazing bright, said a toothless old man whowanted to say something complimentary of Bushyto Mr. Sukolt. Its worth while bein a familyman, said another, if you kin own a peach blos-som like that. She is a diamond in the rough,old fellow, spoke up another, as he patted Bushyon the head and gazed admiringly into her flushedhot face. Better take care of her. She is afairy in disguise, and some morning you will wakeup and find her gone back to fairyland, remarkedthe superintendent of the mines. No wonderthe boys have given her all their treasures. Hepointed to the slate, the paper, the yards of redflannel, certain nuggets of ore, ball and bat, and abow and arrow. Well, Padre, said she, after the men had dis-appeared over the hill and the two were alone againin the tent, this is the loveliest place we evercamped in. The men are awful nice, and I love
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THS KFW YORK PUBLIC TILD BUSHY 95 every one of them. They said I was a pretty girland a nice girl and a jolly girl—they never said aword about my being like a boy. She wound theflannel about her again, and with the paper in onehand and the slate in the other began a hornpipe, just to calm me down a little she said. Bushy ! exclaimed her father, and shestopped short. There was something in his voicethat sounded cold and hard after all the lovely thingsshe had been hearing. Bushy, you may go andcall Tom. Tell him to pack, take down the tent,and hitch the horses. Why, Padre, we were to stay here four days.What is the matter ? I am so happy; everybodyis so good to me and says such nice things. Shesighed and lovingly smoothed down the red flannel,hugged her slate close to her and slipped the paperinside her blouse. Ah, yes, that is it ! remarked her father in amost solemn manner, and he ran his hands throughhis hair as if in great trouble. They did say youwere an exceptionally fine girl.

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