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I couldn't take the home farm; for 'twas such poor land, father could only jest make a live out on't for him and me. Most of it was pastur', gravelly land, full of mullens and stones; the rest was principally woodsy, not hickory, nor oak neither, but hemlock and white birches, that a'n't of no account for timber nor firing, 'longside of the other trees.
Here's his poor wife, the Widow Soper that is to be, if she a'n't a'ready" "Do be quiet, my good woman," said Dr. Kittredge. "Nothing serious, I think, Mrs. Soper. Deacon!" The sudden attack of Deacon Soper had begun with the extraordinary sound mentioned above.
You believe that the world around us exists from some cause?" "No, I don't!" "Well, then, at any rate, you believe in your own existence?" "No, I don't!" "What! not believe that you exist yourself?" "I tell you what, Doctor," said the man, "I a'n't going to be twitched up by any of your syllogisms, and so I tell you I don't believe anything, and I'm not going to believe anything!"
"S'pose you've heerd the news that Jeduthun Pettibone brought home in the 'Flying Scud, 'bout the wreck o' the 'Monsoon'; it's an awful providence, that 'ar' is, a'n't it? Why, Jeduthun says she jest crushed like an egg-shell"; and with that Amaziah illustrated the fact by crushing an egg in his great brown hand. Mary did not answer.
Nevertheless, no one knows to a sartainty what will happen, and young creatur's, like Hist, a'n't to be risked on onsartainties. This marrying is altogether a different undertaking from what some young men fancy.
"Sure enough! Why can't we? There a'n't nobody besides you and me, I suppose, that thinks she's pairk. What's John Herricks and Dan Norris hangin' round for all the time?" "And they may hang round till the cows come home! Nary hair of Ivy's head shall they touch, nary one on em!" Just at this juncture of affairs, the damsel in question bounded into the room.
"Why, I a'n't sure," said the coachman, "But I'm afraid we turned wrong." "What do you mean by that, sirrah?" said Madame Duval; "why, if you lose your way, we shall all be in the dark." "I think we should turn to the left," said the footman. "To the left!" answered the other; "No, no, I'm partly sure we should turn to the right." "You had better make some enquiry," said I.
A'n't you got an old friend, ship-owner or ship's husband man who's got his head screwed on the right way, one you knows as honest and won't take a hundred pounds from t'other side to sell the ship for them?" "Well, no; I'm afraid I don't know such a man," said Uncle Paul. "Have to find one," grunted the skipper. "Won't do to buy a ship with your eyes shut.
"It seems as if I couldn't git the color rightly set in my head," she remarked; "'t a'n't quiet laylock, nor yit vi'let, and there ought, by rights, to be quilled ribbon round the neck, though the Doctor might consider it too gay; but never mind, he'd dress you in drab or slate if he could, and I dunno, after all"
"A love-letter, I suppose," said I, answering the twinkle of the driver's good-natured eye. "Wal, I expect 's likely. They've been sparking now over a year. And it's a pity, too, such a real clever girl as that is! She a'n't so dreadful bright, but she's real clever, and ough' to hev a better chance 'n Jim Ruggles." "A bad match for her?" "Wal, Jim's a good feller enough, but he drinks.
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