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Peter and Ginger Dick took turns to be with Sam that morning, but in the arternoon the landlady's mother, an old lady who was almost as fat as Sam 'imself, came up to look arter 'im a bit. She sat on a chair by the side of 'is bed and tried to amuse 'im by telling 'im of all the death- beds she'd been at, and partikler of one man, the living image of Sam, who passed away in his sleep.
We passed close under the edge of the butte. In the excitement of the chase, I had almost forgotten to look up when a shrill shout recalled to my memory the captive on the cross. The cry came from the summit from Sure-shot himself. Thank Heaven! he lived! "Hooza! hoozay!" shouted the voice. "Heaving speed yees, whos'ever ye be! Hooza! hoozay! Arter the verming, an' gie 'em goss!
I wish I could promise ye more, but somehow I'm bewitched to git over home right arter dinner!" Mrs. Pendleton laid down her work, and leaned back in her chair. Cyrus turned, cleared his throat, and looked at her. "Marthy," said the hostess, "you ain't goin' over there to that lonesome house, this cold snap?" "Ain't I?" asked Mrs.
Henery Walker 'ad an extra dose o' gin put in, and arter he 'ad tasted it the old gentleman seemed to get more amiable-like, and 'im and Henery Walker sat by theirselves talking quite comfortable. "Why not come and stay with me?" ses Henery Walker, at last. "You can do as you please and have the best of everything." "Bob Pretty ses you're arter my money," ses the old gentleman, shaking his 'ead.
Ye're a goin' to stay here, an' have the best fishin' ye ever had in yer life. It'll do ye good, an' ye can go out when yer man comes arter ye. Ye can stay to the raisin', an' gi'en us a little lift with the other fellers that's comin'. Ye'll be as strong as a hoss when ye go out."
Now yer see, youngsters, ye've got a man of feelin' ter deal with, and yer've got some melons arter all, and got 'em squar', too." "I hear good accounts of you and your children," I said, "and I'm glad of it. Save the seeds of these melons and plant a lot for yourself. See here, Bagley, we'll plow your garden for you this fall, and you can put a better fence around it.
Do 'e think Heaven's allus hard? No, I tell 'e, not to the young not to the young. The wind's mostly tempered to the shorn lamb, though the auld ewe do oftentimes sting for it, an' get the seeds o' death arter shearing. Wait, and be strong, till you feel Clem's baaby in your arms. That'll be reward enough, an' you won't care no more for the world then.
Twice he 'ad to throw the bedclothes over their 'eads because o' the noise they was making. "Are you going to undo us?" ses Ginger, at last. "No, Ginger," ses old Sam; "in justice to myself I couldn't do it. Arter wot you've said and arter wot I've said my life wouldn't be safe. Besides which, you'd want to go shares in my money."
Weller uttered these words in so serious a manner, that the pretty housemaid cast down her eyes and looked very grave. 'Hows'ever, said Sam, putting the letter in his pocket with a gentle sigh, 'it wos to be and wos, as the old lady said arter she'd married the footman. Can't be helped now, can it, Mary? Mary shook her head, and sighed too.
People used to say, in her first married days, that Ann Doby wasted more time in planning conveniences about her house than she ever saved by them "arter she got 'em." In her active years, she was, in local phrase, "a driver." Up and about early and late, she directed and managed until her house seemed to be a humming hive of industry and thrift.
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