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diff --git a/65759-h/65759-h.htm b/65759-h/65759-h.htm index cd40cab..f0f489f 100644 --- a/65759-h/65759-h.htm +++ b/65759-h/65759-h.htm @@ -1,9 +1,9 @@ <!DOCTYPE html> <html lang="en"> <head> - <meta charset=UTF-8"utf-8" /> - <title>The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Devil’s Dooryard, by W. C. Tuttle</title> - <link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg" /> + <meta charset="utf-8"> + <title>The Devil’s Dooryard | Project Gutenberg</title> + <link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg"> <style> body { margin-left:8%; margin-right:8%; } p { text-indent:1.15em; margin-top:0.1em; margin-bottom:0.1em; text-align:justify; } @@ -27,7 +27,7 @@ <div class='chapter'> <div class='figcenter landscape'> - <img src='images/frontis.jpg' alt='Illustration: The Devil’s Dooryard' /> + <img src='images/frontis.jpg' alt='Illustration: The Devil’s Dooryard'> </div> <div style='text-align:center'> @@ -220,7 +220,7 @@ the edge.</p> <p>“Looky!” grunts Windy. “Sons of guns want peace.”</p> -<hr class='tb' /> +<hr class='tb'> <p>There’s a white handkerchief waving out of the saloon-door and then a man comes out, looks around and motions for the rest to come out, which @@ -371,7 +371,7 @@ should ’a’ been lookin’ in the air, Windy. They flew.”</p> Bar 20. He’s likely comin’ up here to beef about somebody stealin’ his danged cows.”</p> -<hr class='tb' /> +<hr class='tb'> <p>Windy was right. This Bowers is a melancholy-looking jasper with sorrel hair, and he talks like he had a mouthful of mush.</p> @@ -460,7 +460,7 @@ him. Sounds like a gamblin’-house to me.”</p> <p>“All right, cowboy,” grins Windy. “You do the writin’, will yuh? I ain’t noways pencil-wise—me.”</p> -<hr class='tb' /> +<hr class='tb'> <p>Hashknife writes the letter, explaining the best he can, and we posts it the next day in Sundown City. We don’t meet none of the Bar 20 bunch, @@ -617,7 +617,7 @@ that is either plumb full of sugar, or else it’s fightin’ talk.</p> themselves, and they don’t know whether to get sore or shake hands with yuh. I’ll say you’re a wonder.”</p> -<hr class='tb' /> +<hr class='tb'> <p>For a couple of days we had perfect peace at the ranch. We don’t do a danged thing—much, except set around and wait for trouble. Windy insists @@ -772,7 +772,7 @@ cinch.”</p> <p>“I reckon they keeps close watch on us,” opines Windy.</p> -<hr class='tb' /> +<hr class='tb'> <p>We rides back to the ranch and the next morning we went to Sundown City. As we rides in past the little depot, the agent yells at us and we goes @@ -978,7 +978,7 @@ just ‘get along,’ Bowers, and get along fast.”</p> <p>“Aw-w, he’s a danged maul-headed prairie-dog, which has to chirp every time somebody lifts one of his dogies,” says Windy.</p> -<hr class='tb' /> +<hr class='tb'> <p>Mary Jane laughs and shakes her head.</p> @@ -1156,7 +1156,7 @@ rough, ma’am, but they don’t mean half what they do or say. I hope you’ll excuse Windy and Sleepy if they makes bad breaks at times —— knows I’ve done my dangest for ’em.”</p> -<hr class='tb' /> +<hr class='tb'> <p>“I knew a cowboy once,” says she. “I know now that he was a cowboy, but he didn’t say he was. It was in San Francisco a year ago. There were @@ -1370,7 +1370,7 @@ to go? If you——”</p> <p>“Look!” yelps Windy. “——’s bells, look what’s comin’!”</p> -<hr class='tb' /> +<hr class='tb'> <p>Up the road comes a cloud of dust and in and out of that cloud goes a dust-colored horse, bucking like a crazy animal. Sunfish, worm fence, @@ -1596,7 +1596,7 @@ stayed there.</p> <p>“Little liniment will fix him,” says Hashknife. “Come on, boys.”</p> -<hr class='tb' /> +<hr class='tb'> <p>We went out of that town like bats out of —— and we never broke a running lope until we hit the ranch. Mary Jane ain’t there. Sing Lee @@ -1744,7 +1744,7 @@ goin’ to give you a few prisoners to feed, or a job for the coroner.”</p> <p>“I’ll run my office!” snaps the sheriff, but Hashknife looks weary-like at him and then turns away.</p> -<hr class='tb' /> +<hr class='tb'> <p>We went out of there and headed for the home ranch. Bowers rides with us as far as his place and then swings into his own gate. We didn’t do any @@ -1918,7 +1918,7 @@ doing a toboggan to the bottom. It wasn’t straight down, but I’d just as soon fall as to set down in that loose stuff and get all heated up doing a slide for life.</p> -<hr class='tb' /> +<hr class='tb'> <p>We landed in the bottom with about a ton of loose stuff, composed mostly of glassy gravel and other sharp-pointed particles. I got the dust out @@ -2071,7 +2071,7 @@ if you must, but I’m goin’ to smoke that <em>hombre</em> out. <em>Sabe</em>? <p>“We’ll find her,” says Hashknife. “I figure she ain’t far away.”</p> -<hr class='tb' /> +<hr class='tb'> <p>We crawls over the top of them rocks, out through the fissure and glides down the other side. Then we crawls on our hands, knees and belly until @@ -2199,7 +2199,7 @@ like nightmare, and then I—I shot at you.”</p> <p>“So did they,” said Snag, foolish-like.</p> -<hr class='tb' /> +<hr class='tb'> <p>Mary Jane leans back against the rock and begins to weep. I starts to go over to her but Hashknife yanks me back. Snag walks over to her and @@ -2282,3 +2282,4 @@ through the Devil’s Dooryard without further comment.</p> <div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 65759 ***</div> </body> </html> + |