She can handle a gun as well as anybody and ride a horse as if she had growed to his back.

Every body likes Bim but she has her own way of behaving and sometimes it's awful new-fashioned." Harry Needles went whistling up the road toward the new house with sickle, hoe and trowel.

As he passed the Kelso cabin he whistled the tune of _Sweet Nightingale_.

It had haunted his mind since he had heard it in the woods.

He whistled as loudly as ever he could and looked at the windows.