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IT was wash-day at Ware's Wigwam; the first that Joyce and Jack had / personally conducted, as it was the first Monday after moving from Lee's / ranch.
Out in the back yard a big tin wash-boiler sat propped up on stones, / above a glowing camp-fire. From time to time Jack stooped to poke / another stick of mesquite into the blaze, or give the clothes in the / boiler a stir with an old broom-handle. Then tucking up his / shirt-sleeves more firmly above his elbows, he went back to the tub by / the kitchen door, and, plunging his arms into the suds, began the / monotonous swash and rub-a-dub of clothes and knuckles on the / wash-board.