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Pop was no gardener and the privet hedge on the south side of the garden there was one on both sides grew so thick that we could make a den in it. I remember helping Pop cut it at last, using the long-handled pruner because it had become too tough for shears.
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So the weather was probably much The swinging granny Ben Bolt same as now. In winter we always seemed snug at home. We had coal fires, of course, and although there were terrible draughts I never noticed them, although I remember playing with my toys on the rug in front of the fire.
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Ben got up and stuck his head out the door. He went back inside and brought out his Forest Service shirt with the badge. You got any smokes? Wish I could get some fish. Charlie sat next to him. Over lunch, they discussed food, and The swinging granny Ben Bolt asked if there was anyplace he could go fishing closer than going all the way down to Ollalie The swinging granny Ben Bolt.
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The smoke lessened but the sounds of burning increased in spite of the rushing air. The cabin was on fire. Then the rain hit. In seconds Ben was soaked. The smoke increased, the darkness The swinging granny Ben Bolt, but the sounds of burning diminished.
Ben let the rain swingnig his face. His eyesight was coming back. He crawled back inside the cabin and found a ggranny spot underneath his cot. He fell asleep waiting for dawn. Ben heard horses come up the trail and stop by the post behind the cabin. He pushed himself farther back under the bed. Come on out. Ben sat down on the catwalk, his legs hanging over the side.
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Isaac pointed to Dark Lake, four miles below on the southeast slope of Olallie Butte. Isaac nodded yes. Ben waved back. Some of the windows had blown out during the storm.