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"That may be so, Shames, but it could not be a redskin, for he would be more likely to cram a scalpin' knife into my heart than an egg into my mouth." "Iss it not dreamin' ye wass, an' tryin' to eat some more in your sleep? You wass always fond of overeatin' yourself whativer Tonald."
"What's wrong, Max?" growled my companion, who lay curled up in his buffalo robe, like a huge Newfoundland dog. "Bin dreamin'?" "Yes," said I, with a loud yawn, "I was dreaming of shovelling up diamonds by the thousand when a lump of snow fell and hit my nose!" "Str'nge," sighed Lumley, in the sleepiest voice I ever heard, "so's I dr'm'n 'f g'ld'n sass-gs an' dm'nd rupple-ply."
Git a-movin' if you have to take your hands and lift your doggone feet off the ground. Git a-goin'!" "Oh, maybe I go mañana." "You're dreamin', hombre." Pete was desperate. Again he saw his chance of an immediate job go glimmering down the vague vistas of many to-morrows. "See here! What kind of a guy are you, anyhow?
I thought I was dreamin', and only had wits enough to give a sort of permiscuous grab at him and call out: "'Oh, Lisha! ain't you drownded? He give a gret start at that, swallered down his sobbin', and sez as lovin' as ever a man did in this world: "'Bless your dear heart, Cynthy, it warn't me it was the pig; and then fell to kissin' of me, till betwixt laughin' and cryin' I was most choked.
Here I come out of a place where there ain't no sound but the water and the pines. Years come an' go. Still no sound. Only thinkin', thinkin', thinkin'! Missin' all th' things men care fur! Dreamin' of a time when I sh'd strike th' pile. Then I seed home, wife, a boy, flowers, everythin'. You're so beautiful, an' you're so good. You've a way of pickin' a man's heart right out of him.
Then she said softly: "Ever sence I knew you was alive, and after I sent that young man out to you and he told me about you, I jest been dreamin' of seein' you settin' there, smokin' your pipe, and me a-settin' here, talkin' to you, and I have come into this room more the last two weeks, lookin' at it, thinkin' how it would look with your things layin' around. You are alone, John, and I'm alone.
There was an undercurrent of sombreness in the man's manner that frightened her. "I guess I'll jest have t' keep on dreamin' of that boy playin' with th' roses." "No, no," cried Kate; "he will come true some day! I know he'll come true." Peter got up and stood by her chair. "You don't know nothin' about it," he said. "You don't know, an' you can't know what it's bin t' me t' talk with you.
But you listen to me, 'cause I want to tell you somethin'. Me an' grandpa ain't never goin' to that old 'Snug Harbor, never, nohow. We wouldn't be hired to. So there." "Why why, Take-a-Stitch! Why, be I hearin' or dreamin', I should like to know. Not go there, when I thought you could scarce wait for the time to come? What's up?"
Ever since that night in Morelia when you told me an' Rayburn about this treasure I've regularly had it on my brain. Through all these months I've been thinkin' about it when I was awake an' dreamin' about it when I was asleep.
Feel like I needed someone to lend me a biff on the coco, sir, to make sure as I aren't a dreamin' it's so wot a cove fancies 'Eaven to be like, sir." And afterward, when the day was older, and they had gone to Richmond, and Cleek in his boating flannels was pulling him up the shining river and talking to him again as he had talked last night, he felt that it was even more like Heaven than ever.
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