![]() At fifteen he was “on his own,” working in Canada and the Western wheat country. Him and her was like that many the evening.īorn in Wisconsin and raised as a small-town boy in North Dakota, BEN HUR LAMPMAN got his first smell of ink and most of his education around his father’s print shop. The old clock with the flowers on the glass kept swinging and ticking, anti now and then bonging, and it was getting on toward their bedtime. And every once in a while she would sniff, kind of, and then the old man he would snort like and bite hard at his pipestem. ![]() ![]() ![]() Like I told you before, she always knit his socks for him. Him and her taken the old flog, gray as a badger and cold as a stone, and they buried him back of the hen house under the honeysuckle - both of them crying - and they sang a hymn there together.īut whatever ’twas got them edgeways again, there the two old fools was, him on one side of the kitchen, his chair tilted, sitting smoking her at the table on t’other side, clicking her knitting needles. A man disremembers what them two had been fussing about - they was at it the whole eternal time - but anyways it was just after their old dog, Blinker, took mighty sick and crawled under the house, and didn’t budge till the old man drug him out with the rake. ![]() He taken a hand at drying the dishes, whilst she washed them, like always-but nary a word between them. HIM and her wasn’t on speaking terms that time, neither, on account of they had been a-jowering and a-jawing at one another after supper. ![]()
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