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"The Banshee may come or not," said the man; "but I have my message to yez, and it is this: If you don't get Squire O'Shanaghgan to let me keep my little bit of land, and to see that I aint evicted, why, I'll you're a bonny lass, you're as purty a young lady as I ever set eyes on, but I'll drownd yez, deep down here in this hole.

"It's a good thing the world aint all alike; there's Mis' Plumfield stop now, and I'll tell you all she sent; that big jar of lard, there's as good as eighteen or twenty pound and that basket of eggs, I don't know how many there is and that cheese, a real fine one, I'll be bound, she wouldn't pick out the worst in her dairy; and Seth fetched down a hundred weight of corn meal, and another of rye flour; now, that's what I call doing things something like; if everybody else would keep up their end as well as they keep up their'n, the world wouldn't be quite so one-sided as it is.

"Well, come along then, Hepsey; but the parlor aint just in apple-pie order, as you might say. Things are mussed up a bit." He looked at her suspiciously. When they entered the parlor Mrs. Burke gazed about in a critical sort of way.

Harry Joslyn whipped around and took his stand on the right of Gid Mackall. "Here," protested Gid; "Sargint Klegg told me to stand on the right. You're smaller'n me. Git on the other side." "I won't do it," answered Harry. "I've always stood ahead o' you in school, ever since we were in the primer class, and I aint goin' to stand behind you in the army.

"Oh a little to begin with," said the doctor, looking round upon the room, which would certainly have furnished that for fifty people; "I hope we aint done yet by considerable But here is Miss Ringgan, Mr. a Ummin, that has brought you some of the fruits of her own garden, with her own fair hands a basket of fine strawberries, which, I am sure a will make you forget everything else!"

I believe, said he agin, you are right Increase, my dear, its an expensive kind of honor that bein Governor, and no great thanks neither; great cry and little wool, all talk and no cider its enough I guess for a man to govern his own family, aint it, dear? Slick, you can see with half an eye that the "grey mare is the better horse here."

It seemed to the horse-dealer quite a superfluous question when I timidly inquired if my horse had ever carried a lady. "No: I can't just say as he has, mum, as you see there aint no ladies in these parts for him to carry. But," he added magnanimously, "I'll try him with a blanket fust, if you're at all oneasy about him."

Now I don't think you will see any more of them; they know we are here and they know we are ready for them, and it aint in Indian nature to throw away their lives charging up a place like this. They had reckoned the five first would go down anyhow. Then they will guess that we have got pistols, and the redskins hate six-shooters like poison."

Under this Jack wrote: Thinking of the August delivery. The next entry was this: May 1st. Wilfred G. is pritty meen, he thinks he knows it all. they aint goin to lay all in a hurry. There seemed to be no doubt about this. They certainly were not. In spite of bran mashes, pepper, cotton batting, blue veil and tender care, they refused to even consider the question of laying.

"I only ask for a quiet place where I can rest till strong enough to do some kind of work." "Well, well," said Tom kindly, "don't lose heart. We'll do the best by you we can. That aint saying very much, though, for we're full and running over." He soon drew rein at the poorhouse door and sprang out. "I I feel strange," Alida gasped.