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Brownsmith’s Boy

CHAPTER TEN
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"There's plenty for you up yonder.

Come, you're getting on.

Yes; and clean picked, too," he continued, giving the basket a shake.

"Now you, Shock, come down, and I'll move yourn." The boy got down sullenly, and turned his back to me while the ladder was moved, so that this time we were working at different trees, but nearly facing each other.
Ike gave me a nod, and went off again to his work; and as I turned my head to gaze after him, _whack_ came a little apple, and struck me on the side of the ear.
I was so much annoyed that I picked a big one out of my basket and threw it at Shock with all my might, disturbing my balance so that I had to hold on tightly with one hand.
My shot did not go anywhere near the boy, but he fell from the ladder, hanging by one leg in a horrible way, his head down, and his hands feeling about and stretching here and there, as if to get hold of something to draw him up.

He swung about and uttered a low animal-like moan of distress that horrified me, and sliding down my ladder, unwilling to call for aid, I ran to help him myself.
He was squinting frightfully, and lay back head downwards, and arms outstretched on the ladder as I began to ascend.


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