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"White's as good as black, I s'pose, a'n't it?" answered Tidy, diverted by the droll manners of her new acquaintance. "I don't see no odds nohow." "'Ta'n't 'spectable, dat's all. Brack's de fashion here on dis yer plantation. 'Tis tough, b'ars whippin's and hard knocks. Whew! Hi! Ke! Missus'll cut ye all up to slivers fust time." "Does missus whip?" "Reckon she does jest dat ting.
He was at a loss what reply to make, and therefore made none. The next moment the giant hunter was beside him. 'B'ars and bufflers! younker, what ye got thar? he demanded, eyeing the steam man with an expression of the most amazed wonder. 'I say, what do yer call that thing?
"He went a-sniffin' about the yard, smellin' of everything like b'ars do when they're forragin', s'archin' for somethin' ter tempt his appetite. Suddenly he stood stock still, raised his big head, and sniffed the air keen-like. Then he growled and went straight for the pig-pen. "'Oh, the pigs! the pigs! squealed one of the boys. 'The nice pigs! He'll eat 'em all up!
"Well, den," continued the old man, "nex' time you see one un um, you look right close en see ef de een' er his tail ain't w'ite. Hit's des like I tell you. Dey b'ars de skyar er dat bresh-heap down ter dis day. Dey er marked dat's w'at dey is dey er marked." "And what about Brother Possum?" asked the little boy.
And they've got patience, they'll wait thar till the b'ars git fat. I reckon they 'low Clark's got the armies of Congress behind him. If they knowed," said Tom, with a chuckle, "if they knowed that we'd only got seventy of the boys and some hundred Frenchies in the army! I reckon the Colonel's too cute for 'em." The savages in Cahokia were as the leaves of the forest.
It's jest a cap an' ball rifle, but it's got a long, straight barrel an' a delicate trigger, an' it sends a bullet wherever you p'int it. It's killed squirrels, an' rabbits, an' wil' turkeys an' catamounts, an' b'ars, an' now I reckon it's goin' to hunt higher game." The man was talking very quietly, but when Dick caught the light in his eye he knew that he meant every word.
You b'ars witness yourse'f that where churches exists the commoonity is the most orderly an' fuller of quietood an' peace. "'Not necessarily I don't, I replies back, for I'm goin' to play my hand out if it gets my last chip, 'not necessarily. What I b'ars witness to is that where the commoonity is the most orderly that a- way an' fuller of quietood an' peace, the churches exists.
Polly is big an' strong like I states; but her eyes is like stars, an' she's as full of sweetness as a bee tree or a bar'l of m'lasses. So Polly camps down by my couch of pain an' begins dallyin' soothin'ly with my heated brow. I commences recoverin' from them attacks of b'ars an' dogs instanter. "'This yere Polly Hawks ain't none new to me.
An' when I ain't huntin' b'ars, I'm layin' for deer; an' when I ain't layin' for deer, I'm squawkin' turkeys; an' when I ain't squawkin' turkeys, I'm out nights with a passel of misfit dogs I harbors, a shakin' up the scenery for raccoons. Altogether, I'm some busy as you-all may well infer. "'One night I'm coon huntin'. The dogs trees over on Rapid Run.
Greaser surely thought he had fallen in with his evil spirit, for he howled to the saints to save him. Herky-Jerky was the only one of his companions brave enough to start to help him. "The cabin's full of b'ars!" he yelled. At his cry the bear leaped out of the cloud of dust, and shot across the threshold like black lightning. In his onslaught upon Greaser he had broken his halter.
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