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The temperature had risen and the air was dank and chilly. The men began to hitch up their horses. "Kind o' thawin' a little," said Uncle Hiram as he got into his sleigh and drove up to the door. "Come on, there. Stop yer cacklin' an' git into this sleigh," he shouted in great good humor to the women and children who stood on the porch. "It'll be snowin' like sixty 'fore we git home."
'Well, ye canna tak' oop wi' his leavin's anyways. It hasna coom't that, has it? Ye doan't intend settin' all t' parish a laughin' at ye a second occasion? He flushed dully, and bending over his plate, mechanically began his supper. 'Wa dang it, he broke out a minute later, 'd'ye think I heed the cacklin' o' fifty parishes?
The freckled lad broke out into a gurgle of laughter, at which the black, swarthy man beside him wheeled round in a rage. "What you cacklin' at, Mac?" he demanded, in a low voice. "Oh, the things I notice," returned that youth jauntily, meeting the other's anger without the flicker of an eyelid. "It ain't healthy to be so noticin'," insinuated the other.
An' as fer fixin' their clothes, an' bathing 'em, why, it 'ud set me feelin' that fulish you wouldn't know me from a patient in a bug-house. It makes me real mad, folks is allus astin' me to get busy doin' things. I'm that sick, the sight of a ha'f-washened kid 'ud turn my stummick to bile, an' set me cacklin' like a hen with a brood o' ducklings she can't no ways account fer.
You'se fellers are a happy lot o' Jonahs to a man as needs rest." "You're sure doing the cacklin' now," observed Bill contemptuously. "Maybe he's layin' eggs," murmured Toby vaguely. The men were standing on the veranda, gathered round the bench on which Sunny Oak was still resting his indolent body. And the subject of their discourse was Scipio's two children.
"And, by jinks!" the boy proclaimed, "lemme tell you, Janice, it looked like the vote was goin' ag'in us till Mr. Haley began to talk. I thought he didn't have much interest in the thing. Nobody thought he did. I heard some of the old fellers cacklin' that 'teacher didn't favor the idee none. "But, say! When he got up to talk, he showed 'em.
"Hold your jaw, or I'll break it for you! Ever since I was fool enough to mention that thing to you, you've been cacklin' about it. I've had enough of it." "Go slow, Quaker!" the man rejoined. "If you can't take a joke, I'll stop jokin' that settles it. Come along and get a glass of beer, and you'll feel better."
Manasseh's huge stature and gold-encrusted livery commanded respect in spite of his colour. He addressed her as "woman." "Woman, if you will stop yo' cacklin' and yo' crowin'? Go in now and fetch me fish, fetch me chickens, fetch me plenty eggs. Fetch me a dam scullion. Heh? Stir yo' legs and fetch me a dam scullion, and the chickens tender. His Exc'llence mos' partic'ler the chickens tender."
"Come, come!" said peace-loving Mrs. We mustn't let 'em see us squabblin'. They think we're a lot o' cacklin' hens anyway, tickled to death over a piece o' chalk. There's Isabel, now. She's goin' to look like her aunt Mary Ellen, over to Saltash." Isabel preceded the men, who were pausing for a word at the door, and went down the aisle to her pew.
The ape-men laughed too or at least they put up the devil of a cacklin' and they set to work to drag us off through the forest. They wouldn't touch the guns and things thought them dangerous, I expect but they carried away all our loose food.
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