| Summary: | he "Webuck--tam dog--ouk, ouk--clear out, I tell you! Susan! What be doon? Where's the dish-cloth? No, that beant he, blockhead. Mercy! who ever saw the flies and nippers so bad as they! You dar, shet that door--shet it Hist! abide still, child--knock off, I tell ye, or I'll fix that bawling. Peruik! now who's had finger in that pot? Oh my!" Etching laid siege one morning with his photo- graphic apparatus, and captured the whole fam- ily. They were properly grouped before the house, and the necessity of remaining perfectly quiet was strictly enjoined; but the mosquitoes bit so savagely that few would have dared the experiment of sitting long enough for a portrait. But the paternal voice imperiously reiterated the artist's caution: "Abide still, now. Move not a finger. Never mind they--let 'em bite." Then he chose his own attitude, and he and PRINTED ITEM DNE-cit W. J. KIRWIN JAN 1978 JH JAN 1978 [check] [check] [check] [check] Used I and Sup Used I and Sup 1 Used I
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