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Show 16 And the wagon began to roll! Well, sir, Clem threw his hat in the air and began to cheer. I did likewise. Emmett, Sadie, and Zeke kicked up their heels and brayed. One by one, yard by yard, the mule named Bee was down on her knees bringing those wagons out of the fields. At the end of the day she was all done in. But she had saved the harvest. A few weeks later, after the rains were gone, we were gleaning a small patch of beets when a drummer made his appearance and asked for the time of day. Clem took his timepiece from his pocket and said, "Six and ten." "Friend, you timepiece is one hour long," the drummer said. No, said Clem, his piece had always kept good Mountain Time. "Mountain Time!" exclaimed the drummer. "Friend, these parts are supposed to be on Pacific Time." Clem reckoned the drummer to know about such matters, for the drummer traveled around, and knew things like train schedules and market quotations and what women were wearing in Chicago. |
