Identifier: harpersnew72various (find matches)
Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 34 December 1886 to May 1887
Year: 1887 (1880s)
Authors: various
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University-Idaho

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beat up thelake against a heavy wind and choppingseas ; and when we danced into view ofKissimmee across the blue waves of Toho-pekaliga, we heard the engine of the tri-weekly train whistle as it came in. We caught it in time for the returntrip, however, and also had time for anexcursion to the bakery. Brown, un-shaven, with worn and torn raiment, anda cheerful appreciation of bakers bread,we took our places in the fresh and newpassenger coach which awaited us. Kis-simmee City and the South Florida Rail-road seemed to us the heart of civilization. We met friends that told us that the oth-ers of our party had returned home aftera delightful sojourn; they had lived onsuch luxuries as poached eggs, fish chow-ders, cake, and bakers bread from Kissim-mee City. We, the more adventurousfour, were content; we had subsisted oncorn bread and coffee for the most part—and veiiisoii, of course. We did notdisclose the fact that the deers horns wehad brought home w^ere purchased fromthe Seminoles.
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FOR LOOLY. BY KATE U TT^ELL, Tom, heres your monthsV\ wages. 01(1 Tom Wickss wrinkled and tobacco-stained visage put on a grin of intense de-light as he took the little roll of gold piecesthat the distillery paymaster, young JimBaskins, handed him. And look here, pursued that youngman, whose flasliy attire indicated thewould-be exquisite, why dont you usethis money, Tom, to fix yourself up a lit-tle ? Here youve been working for us sixmonths, and every time you come aroundto get your pay you look poorer than youdid before. Now, continued Mr. JimBaskins, out of the kindness of a heartwhich really liked and pitied the quiet,ragged old teamster, take this money andget yourself a suit of clothes. The old man did not look displeased,but he shook his head decidedly. I like ye fust rate, Jim, he said, butIcaynt. Why not? Why, Merce, my gal—Mercy— I doknows you knew I had a gal. The old man stopped, and looked asthough he wondered if he could quitetrust Jim Baskins. Then he went on, astho

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