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American Story  : The Californian's Tale (3)

 

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Something made me change my mind. As I looked at the picture for a second time, I decided to stay.

 

The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly. Thursday evening we had a visitor. He was a big gray hair miner named Tom.

 

"I just came for a few minutes to ask when she is coming home,'' he explained."Is there any news?"

 

"Oh, yes." The man replied. "I got a letter, would you like to hear it?" He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us. It was full love, loving messages to him and to other people, their close friends and neighbors. When the man finished reading it, he looked at his friend, ''Oh no, you are doing it again, Tom. You always cry when I read a letter from her. I’m going to tell her this time.''

 

''No, you must not do that Henry.'' The gray hair miner said. ''I am getting old, and any little sorrow makes me cry. I really was hoping she would be here tonight.''

 

The next day,Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry, too. "We all miss her so much." He said.

 

Saturday finally came, I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this. "You don’t think something has happened to her, do you?" He asked me. I smiled,and said that I was sure she was just fine. But he did not seem satisfied.

 

I was glad to see his two friends Tom and Joe coming down the road as the sun began to set. The old miners were carrying guitars.They also brought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flowers in vases, and began to play some fast and lively songs on their guitars. Henry’s friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey which they made him drink. When I reached for one of the two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm.

 

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Something may change my mind. As I look at the picture for a second time, I decided to stay.The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly. Thursday evening we have a visit. He was a big great hire miner to Tom.” I just came for a few minutes staiy/ came home,” he explained.” Oh, yes.” The man replied. I got a letter, would you like to hear it. He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us. It was full love ,a loving message to him, and to otherd people, their close friends and neighbors. When the man finished reading it, he looked at the man, “oh no, you are doing it again, Tom. You always cry, when I read a letter from her. I’m going to tell her this time.” “now you must not do that Henry.” The great hire miner said. I am getting old, and any sorrow letter get me cry. I really was hoping that she would be here tonight.” The next day ,Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry too. We all miss her so much. He said. Saturday finally came, I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this, you don’t think something has happened to her, do you. He asked . I smiled, I was sure she was just fine. But he didn’t seem satisfied. I was glad to see his to friends. Tom and Joe came down the road, as the sound begin to set. The old man carrying the guitar and they also bought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flowers and whiskey, and begin to play some fast and lovely songs on the guitars. Henry’s friends kept giving him glass of whiskey, which made him drink. When I reached for the one of the two glasses on the table, Tom stopped my arms.
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some thing maybe chang my mind. As I looked at a picture for the second time, I dicided to stay.The man told me his name was  Henry.That night henry and I told about many of different things,but mainly about her.The next day passed quietly.Thursday evening we had a visiter .He was a big,green hair  miner,named Tom.
"I just came for a few minutes. "That's when he came home he esplained.
"Is any news?"
"Oh,yes!"The man replined."I got a litter,would like to hear it?"He took out a black-yellow litter out of his shirt pocket and read to us . It was full of loving messages to him and to other people,their colse friends and neighbors.When the man finished the reading yet,he looked at his friends."Oh no,you are doing it again ,Tom. You always cry when I read litter from her. I am going to tell her this time." 
"Now you must not do that Henry."The great hair miner said."I am getting all and any little // note make him cry.I really was hoping she would be here toninght. "
The next day ,Friday, another old miner came to visit.He asked to hear the litter. The message ,you know it, made him cry too."we all miss her so much",he said.
Satureday finally came.I found I was looking at my watch very often.Hurry noted this. "You don't think something has happened to her,do you?"He asked me.I smiled and said that "I would sure her was just fine." But he not said satisfied. I was glad to see his two friends,Tom and Joury,coming down the road as the sun begined to sit. The old miners ware carrying jitas. They also brought flowers and  bottles of vishji. They put the flowers in wishes and begined to play some fast lovely songs on the jitas. Hurry'sfriends gave him a glass of vishji which made him drinked.When I reach for one or tow glasses left on the table ,Tom stop my arm. 

 

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Something made me change my mind, as I look the picture for the second time. I decided to stay. The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly. Thursday evening we had a visitor. He was a big great-hear minder named Tom. “I just came for a few minutes that quenched coming home,” he explained. “Is any news?” “Oh, yes.” the man replied, “I get a letter. Would you like to hear it?” He took a yellow letter out of his suit pocket and read it to us. It’s full of loving messages to him and to other people, their close friends and neighbors. When the man finished reading it, he looked at his friend. “Oh, no, you are doing that again, Tom. You always cry when I read a letter from her. I’m going to tell her this time.” “Now you must not do that, Henry.” The great-hear minder said, “I am getting old. And any little sorrow makes me cry. I really was hoping she would be here tonight.” The next day, Friday, another old minder came to visit it. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry, too. “We all miss her so much,” he said. Saturday finally came. I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this. “You don’t think something has happened to her, do you?” he asked me. I smiled, and said that I was sure. She was just fine. Much he did not see, satisfied. I was glad to see his two friends, Tom and Joe, coming down the road as the sun began to set. The old minders ware carrying guitars. They also brought flowers and a bottle of whisky. They put the flowers and visited it, and began to play some fast and lively songs on their guitars. Henry’s friend Cap giving him glasses of whisky which they made him drink. When I reached for one of the two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm.  

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Something made me change my mind. As I look at the picture for a second time, I decided to stay.The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her. The next day past quietly. Thursday evening we had a visitor. He was a big green haired miner named Tom.” "I just came for a few minutes to ask when she is coming home,” he explained."Is there any news?""Oh, yes." The man replied. "I got a letter, would you like to hear it. "He took a yellowed letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us. It was full love , loving messages to him, and to other people, their close friends and neighbors. When the man finished reading it, he looked at his friend, “oh no, you are doing it again, Tom. You always cry, when I read a letter from her. I’m going to tell her this time.” “now you must not do that Henry.” The green haired miner said. I am getting old, and any little sorrow makes me cry. I really was hoping she would be here tonight.” The next day ,Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry too. "We all miss her so much." He said. Saturday finally came, I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this, "you don’t think something has happened to her, do you?" He asked me . I smiled,and said that I was sure she was just fine. But he did not seem satisfied. I was glad to see his two friends. Tom and Joe coming down the road, as the sun began to set. The old miners were carrying guitars.They also brought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flowers in vases, and began to play some fast and lively songs on their guitars. Henry’s friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey, which they made him drink. When I reached for one of the two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm.
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Something made me change my mind. As I looked at the picture for a second time, I decided to stay.

The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly.

Thursday evening we had a visitor. He was a big grey haired miner named Tom.

“I just came for a few minutes to ask when she is coming home.” He explained.

“Is there any news? Oh, yes.” The man replied.

“I got a letter. Would you like to hear it?” He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us. It was full of loving messages to him and to other people, their close friends and neighbors. When the man finished reading it, he looked at his friend.

“Oh no, you are doing it again, Tom. You always cry when I read a letter from her. I’m going to tell her this time.”

“Now you must not do that, Henry.”  The grey haired miner said. “I am getting old and any little sorrow makes me cry. I really was hoping she would be here tonight.”

The next day, Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry, too.

“We all miss her so much.” He said.

Saturday finally came. I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this.

“You don’t think something has happened to her, do you?” He asked me. I smiled and said that I was sure she was just fine, but he did not seem satisfied.

I was glad to see his two friends, Tom and Joe, coming down the road as the sun began to set. The old miners were carrying guitars. They also bought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flowers and vases and began to play some fast and lovely songs on their guitars. Henry’s friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey which they made him drink. When I reached for the one of the two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm.

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Something made me change my mind. As I looked at the picture for a second time, I decided to stay.The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly. Thursday evening we had a visitor. He was a big green haired miner named Tom.” "I just came for a few minutes to ask when she is coming home,” he explained."Is there any news?""Oh, yes." The man replied. "I got a letter, would you like to hear it. "He took a yellowed letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us. It was full love , loving messages to him, and to other people, their close friends and neighbors. When the man finished reading it, he looked at his friend, “oh no, you are doing it again, Tom. You always cry, when I read a letter from her. I’m going to tell her this time.” “now you must not do that Henry.” The green haired miner said. I am getting old, and any little sorrow makes me cry. I really was hoping she would be here tonight.” The next day ,Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry too. "We all miss her so much." He said. Saturday finally came, I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this, "you don’t think something has happened to her, do you?" He asked me . I smiled,and said that I was sure she was just fine. But he did not seem satisfied. I was glad to see his two friends. Tom and Joe coming down the road, as the sun began to set. The old miners were carrying guitars.They also brought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flowers in vases, and began to play some fast and lively songs on their guitars. Henry’s friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey, which they made him drink. When I reached for one of the two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm.

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Something made me change my mind as I look at the picture for a second time. I decided to stay. The man told me his name was Henry. That night, Henry and I talked about many different things but maining about her. The next day passed quietly. Thursday evening we hade a visitor. He was a big grey hair miner named to Tom. " I just came for a minutes ask when she is coming home." he explained. " Is any news? "  "Oh,yes" the man replied, " I got a letter, would you like to hear it." He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket, and read it to us. It was full of loving messages to him and to other people, they are close friends and neighbours.  When the man finished reading it , he looked at his friend, " Oh, no, you are doing it  again, Tom. You always cry when I read a letter from her. I'm going to tell her this time." " Not, you must not do that, Henry." the grey hair miner said. " I'm getting old, and any little sorrow makes me cry. I really was hoping she would be here tonight." The next day, Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter, the message in it made him cry, too. " We all miss her so much." he said. Saturday finally came. I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this, " You don't think something has happened to her, do you?" he asked me. I smiled and said that " I would sure she was just fine." but he did not seem satisfied. I was glad to see his two friends, Tom and Joe, coming down the road as the sun began to set. The old miner was carrying guitars, they also brought flowers and a bottle of whisky. They put the flowers in vases and began to play some fast and lively songs on their guitars. Henry's friends kept giving him glasses of whisky which they made him drink. When I reached for one of the two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm.

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Something made me change my mind. As I looked at the picture for a second time, I decided to stay.The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her.

The next day passed quietly.

Thursday evening we had a visitor. He was a big gray-haired miner named Tom.” I just came for a few minutes and ask when she is coming home,” he explained”Is any news?”” Oh, yes.” The man replied.”I got a letter, would you like to hear it?” He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us. It was full of loving messages to him, and to other people, their close friends and neighbors. When the man finished reading it, he looked at his friend, “Oh no, you are doing it again, Tom. You always cry, when I read a letter from her. I’m going to tell her this time.” “Now you must not do that Henry.” The gray-haired miner said. I am getting old, and any little sorrow makes me cry. I really was hoping that she would be here tonight.”

The next day ,Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry too. “We all miss her so much.” He said.

 Saturday finally came, I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this,” you don’t think something has happened to her, do you?”He asked me. I smiled and said that I was sure she was just fine. But he didn’t seem satisfied. I was glad to see his two friends. Tom and Joe coming down the road, as the sound began to set. The old miners were carrying  guitars .They also brought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flowers in vases, and began to play some fast and lovely songs on their guitars. Henry’s friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey, which they made him drunk. When I reached for the one of the two glasses on the table, Tom stopped my arm.

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Something made me change my mind as I looked at the picture for a second time, I decided to stay.The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her.

The next day past quietly. Thursday evening we had a visitor. He was a big gray-haired miner named Tom.” I just came for a few minutes to ask when she is coming home,” he explained, ”Is there any news?”

"Oh, yes.” The man replied. ”I got a letter, would you like to hear it?” He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us. It was full love,  loving messages to him, and to other people, their close friends and neighbors. When the man finished reading it, he looked at his friend,

“Oh no, you are doing it again, Tom. You always cry when I read a letter from her. I’m going to tell her this time.” “No, you must not do that Henry.” The gray-haired miner said. I am getting old, and any little sorrow makes me cry. I really was hoping she would be here tonight.”

The next day ,Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry too. “We all miss her so much.” He said. Saturday finally came, I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this,

"you don’t think something has happened to her, do you?”He asked me.

 I smiled and said that I was sure she was just fine. But he didn’t seem satisfied. I was glad to see his two friends Tom and Joe coming down the road as the sound began to set. The old miners were carrying guitars, they also brought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flowers in vases, and began to play some fast and lively songs on their guitars. Henry’s friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey, which they made him drink. When I reached for the one of the two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm.

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Something made me change my mind as I looked at the picture for the second time.I decided to stay ,the man told me his name was Henry ,that night Henry and I talked about many different things but mainly about her .The next day passed quietly. Thursday evening we had a visitor. It was a big grey haired miner named Tom.” I just come for a few minutes to ask when she is coming home.Is there any news ,”oh yes ,”the man replied ,I got a letter ,would you like to hear it. he took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us . it was full of love ,loving message to him and to other people. they are close friends and neighbors.,when the man finished reading it,he looked at his friend :“oh , no you are doing it again.,Tom. you always cry when I read a letter from her .I am going to tell her this time.””Now ,you must not do that Henry ,the grey hair miner said ,I am getting old and any little sorrow makes me cry ,I really was hoping she would be here tonight ,the message in it made him cry too ,we all miss her so mush .”The next day Friday,another old miner came visitor ,he asked to hear the letter the message in it made him cry too.”We all miss her so much,” he said .Saturday finally came , I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this ,you don’t think something has happened to her ,do you ?” “yes!” answered me. I smiled and said that I was sure she was just fine.But he didn’t seem satisfied. I was glad to see his two friends Tom and Joey coming down the road as the sun began to set. The old miners were carrying guitars .they also brought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put flowers in vases and began to play some fast and lovely songs on their guitars. Henry’s friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey which they made him drink. When I reached for one of the two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm.

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"Drop the glass and take the other one"he whispered,he gave the remaining glass of whiskey to Henry,just as the clock began to strike the midnight.Henry emptied the glass ,his face grew whiter and whiter."Boys",he said,"i am feeling sick,i want to lie down" Henry was asleep almost before the words went out of his mouth.In a moment, his two friends had picked him up and carried him into his bedroom.They closed the door and came back.They seem to be getting ready to leave.so i said,"please don't go , gentlemen, she will not know me ,i am a stranger to her". They looked at each other ,"his wife has been dead for nineteen years",Tom said. "dead?" i whispered . "dead was "he said,"she went to see her parents six months after she got married,on the way back,on the saturday evening,in june,when she was almost here, indians captured her.No one ever saw her again.Henry ,lost his mind ,he thinks she is still alive when june comes he thinks she has gone on her trip to see her parents.Then he begins to wait for her to come back ,he gets out to letter a letter and we come around to visit,so he can read it to us.on the saturday night,she is supposed to come home,we come here to be with him,we put a sleeping drug in his drink so he will sleep through the night, then he is all right for another year"Joe picked up his hat and he is get on," we have done this every june for nineteen years" he said," the first year, there were 27 of us, now just two of us are left," he opened the door of the pretty little house and to all the men disappeared into the darkness of the Stanystor.
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Something maybe chang my mind,as I looked the picture at second time.I decided to stay.The man told me his name was Henry.That night,Henry and I told about many different things what mainly about her.The next day passed quietly.Tursday evening,we had a visitor.It was a grey haired miner named Tom."I just came for few minutes ask  when she is coming home."He explained."Does anyone know?""Oh,yes."The man replied."I got a letter. Would you like to hear it?"He took a yellow letter from his shirt pocket and read it to us.It was full love,loving messages to him and to other people.They are close friends and neighbors.When the man finished reading it,he looked at his friend."Oh,no,you are doing it again,Tom.You always cry when I read a letter from her.I'm going to tell her this time.""Now you must not do it,Henry."The grey haired miner said."I'm getting old and any little sorrow makes me cry.I really was hope she wold be here tonight."

The next day,Friday,another old miner came to visit.He asked to the hear the letter.The message in it made him cry,too."Well,I miss her so much."He said.Saturday certainly come,I slowly find I look at my watch so often.Henry notice this."You don't think something has happen to her,do you?""Yes!"answered me.I smiled and said I was sure she was fine.But he did not seem satisfied."I was glad to see him to friends,Tom."And Jo ,coming down the road as the son began to said.The old miners was carrying guitars,they also brought flowers and a bottle whiskey.They put the flowers in vases and began to play some fast and lovely songs on their guitars.Henry friends kept giving him glasses Whiskey which they made him drink.When I reached for one of the two glasses lrft on the table.Tom stopped my arm.

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Something made me change my mind as I look at the picture for a second time. I decided to stay. The man told me his name was Henry. That night, Henry and I talked about many different things but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly. Thursday evening we hade a visitor. He was a big grey hair miner named to Tom. " I just came for a minutes ask when she is coming home." he explained. " Is any news? "  "Oh,yes" the man replied, " I got a letter, would you like to hear it." He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket, and read it to us. It was full of loving messages to him and to other people, they are close friends and neighbours.  When the man finished reading it , he looked at his friend, Oh, no, you are doing it  again, Tom. You always cry when I read a letter from her. I'm going to tell her this time. Not, you must not do that, Henry." the grey hair miner said.  I'm getting old, and any little sorrow makes me cry. I really was hoping she would be here tonight." The next day, Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter, the message in it made him cry, too. " We all miss her so much." he said. Saturday finally came. I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this, " You don't think something has happened to her, do you?" he asked me. I smiled and said " I would sure she was just fine." but he did not seem satisfied. I was glad to see his two friends, Tom and Joe, coming down the road as the sun began to set. The old miner was carrying guitars, they also brought flowers and a bottle of whisky. They put the flowers in vases and began to play some fast and lively songs on their guitars. Henry's friends kept giving him glasses of whisky which they made him drink. When I reached for one of the two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm.

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Something maybe changed my mind as I looked the picture for the sencond time.I decided to stay.The man told me his name was Henry.That night Henry and I talked about many different things but mainly about her.

The next day passed quietly.Thursday evening we had a visitor.He was a big gray hair minor named Tom.'I just came for a few minutes

and ask when she's coming  home.'he explained.

 

'Is any news?'

'Oh yes' the man replied.

'i got a letter would you like to hear it?'

He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us.It was for love loving messages to him and to other people.Their close friends and neibours.When the man finished reading it he looked at his friend.

'Oh no you are doing it again Tom'you  always cry when i read a letter from her.I'm going to tell her this time.

'Now you must not do that Henry'the gray hair minor said.

'I am getting old and any little sorrow makes me cry.I really was hopping she would be here tonight

 

The next day ,Friday another old minor came to visit.He asked to hear the letter.The message in it made him cry too.

'We all miss her so much'he said.Saturday finally came.I foud i was looking at my watch very often.Henry noticed this .

'You don't think something has happened to her ,do you'

'Yes,me'I smiled and  said the'i was sure she was just fine'

 

But he did not seem satisfied.I was glad to see his two friends Tom and Jone coming down the road as the sun beggan to set.The old minors were carrying guitars.They also brought flowers and a bottle of whiskeyThey put the flowers in vases and beggan to play some fast and lively songs on the guitars.Henry's friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey which made him drink when i reached for two of the glasses left on the table Tom stopped my arm.

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