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"Wot d'ye mean, youngster, by goin' on in that there fashion all the mornin', a-botherin' everybody, and makin' a fool o' yourself like that? eh!" "What's that to you?" said I savagely, for my heart was sore and heavy, and I could not stand the interference of a stranger.
Uncle John was seated upon an overturned pail watching Old Hucks oil Joe's harness. The agent approached him with a deferential bow. "Sir," said he, "you'll 'scuse my comin' agin so soon to be a-botherin'; but I hev here three copies of Radford's famis wucks on the Lives o' the Saints, in a edishun dee looks " "A what?" "A edishun dee looks, which means extry fine.
"Now, you Tracey Tanner," Hiram cuts in sharply, "you run 'long an' don't be a-botherin' round. Seems like a body never can git a chance to rest, with you children allus a-buttin' in " "Aw, shet up," says Tracey dispassionately. "I only wanted to tell you the news." Watty quavers: "What news, Tracey?" "Well," says the boy, "I'll tell you, Watty, but I wouldn't 've told him after what he said."
"I could 'a' hit that Stobo sneakin' in a-botherin' and a-'noyin' you," he said in tones of great sympathy. "I know how it is, Mr. Varney. Bit of a inverlid myself, I am no health and no constitootion whatsomever, sir. Feelin' a leetle stiddier now, are you?
Ez I heern later on, the chap had ben a-botherin' roun' Nellie all winter, fur all she'd gin him the mitten straight an' sent him about his bizness heaps o' times. I reckon the feller suspicioned we was a-laffin' at him, fur he squinted at me blacker 'n ever.
But Billy'd say, a-grumblin' away, "It's worse'n worse, young ones a-botherin' my life out o' me, and the birds a-jabberin' and the posies a-smellin' till my head aches. Oh, deary me! I'm 'most dead." So 't went on and kep' on. Jack had every mite as hard work as Billy, but he didn't mind it, he was so full o' what was comin' and how good 't would be to get there.
And sure enough, the man he come along soon, and when he looked at that paper, and tried the gate, an' looked over the fence an' saw the house all shut up an' not a livin' soul about, for I had both the dogs in the house with me, he shook his head an' walked off, as much as to say, 'If that man had fixed his place up proper with my trees, he wouldn't 'a' come to this! An' then, as I found the poster worked so good, I thought it might keep other people from comin' a-botherin' around, and so I left it up; but I was a-goin' to be sure and take it down before you came."
What makes you ast?" "Because I hate and despise revenue spies." "Well, they hain't been a-botherin' roun lately, an' we hain't got no call to hate 'em tell they gits in sight. Hatin' is a mighty ha'sh disease. When Puss's preacher comes along, he talks ag'in it over the Bible, an' when you call 'im in to dinner, he talks ag'in it over the chicken-bones. I reckon hit's mighty bad mighty bad."
"I'm sorry to be a-botherin' ye, Mis' Phut. It's Nellie speakin' Irish Nellie on the sixt'." "What's the trouble, Nellie?" "It's that six-eighteen again. She's goin' on like mad. She's carryin' on something fierce." "What about?" "Th' th' blankets, Mis' Phut." "Blankets? "She says it's her wurruds, not mine she says they're vile. Vile, she says." Martha Foote's spine had stiffened. "In this house!
"Don't shoot, Cal; please don't shoot!" whimpered the woman. "They're too many for you." "Shut up!" growled the man. "Git in the house." "Put down your gun," shouted Payne. "Tell me your trouble. My boys been bothering you?" "You're a-botherin' me," retorted the cracker. "You cal'late to run me off my place here. Well, I ain't a-going."
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