Chapter 1. The Coming of a Native Son The Happy Family, waiting for the Sunday supper call,
were grouped around the open door of the bunk-house, gossiping idly of things purely local, when the Old Man returned from the Stock Association at Helena; beside him on the buggy seat sat a stranger.
The Old Man pulled up at the bunk-house, the stranger sprang out over the wheel with the agility which bespoke youthful muscles, and the Old Man introduced him with a quirk of the lips:“This is Mr. Mig-u-ell Rapponi, boys—a peeler straight from the Golden Gate. Throw out your war-bag and make yourself to home, Mig-u-ell; some of the boys'll show you where to bed down.”
Chapter 1. The Coming of a Native Son The Happy Family, waiting for the Sunday supper call,
were grouped around the open door of the bunk-house, gossiping idly of things purely local, when the Old Man returned from the Stock Association at Helena; beside him on the buggy seat sat a stranger.
The Old Man pulled up at the bunk-house, the stranger sprang out over the wheel with the agility which bespoke youthful muscles, and the Old Man introduced him with a quirk of the lips:“This is Mr. Mig-u-ell Rapponi, boys—a peeler straight from the Golden Gate. Throw out your war-bag and make yourself to home, Mig-u-ell; some of the boys'll show you where to bed down.”
| Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
|---|---|---|
| Tek Çekim | 19,16 | 19,16 |
| 2 | 10,25 | 20,50 |
| 3 | 6,96 | 20,88 |
| 6 | 3,67 | 22,03 |
| 9 | 2,55 | 22,99 |
| 12 | 2,01 | 24,14 |
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