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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"The Queen of the Pirate Isle"

"I'd like to go into one of them funny holes," she said to
herself, half aloud.
Wan Lee suddenly began to blink his eyes with unwonted excitement.
"Catchee tunnel--heap gold," he said quickly. "When manee come outside
to catchee dinner--Pilats go inside catchee tunnel! Shabbee! Pilats
catchee gold allee samee Melican man!"
"And take perseshiun," said Hickory.
"And hoist the Pirate flag," said Patsey.
"And build a fire, and cook, and have a family," said Polly.
The idea was fascinating to the point of being irresistible. The eyes of
the four children became rounder and rounder. They seized each other's
hands and swung them backwards and forwards, occasionally lifting their
legs in a solemn rhythmic movement known only to childhood.
"It's orful far off!" said Patsey with a sudden look of dark importance.
"Pap says it's free miles on the road. Take all day ter get there."
The bright faces were overcast.
"Less go down er slide!" said Hickory boldly.
They approached the edge of the cliff. The "slide" was simply a sharp
incline zigzagging down the side of the mountain used for sliding
goods and provisions from the summit to the tunnel-men at the different
openings below.


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