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Why anybody's willin' to have such a dum'd, wuthless, pestiferous varmint as that 'round 's more 'n I c'n understand. I'll bet that the days they churn, that critter, unless they ketch him an' tie him up the night before, 'll be under the barn all day, an' he's jest blowed off steam enough to run a dog churn a hull forenoon." Whether or not the episode of the dog had diverted Mr.

"As I look back on't now," he began, "it kind o' seems as if it must 'a' ben some other feller, an' yet I remember it all putty dum'd well too all but one thing, an' that the biggist part on't, an' that is how I ever come to git married at all. She was a widdo' at the time, an' kep' the boardin' house where I was livin'. It was up to Syrchester.

"'No, I says, 'she hain't ben fust rate fer a spell back, but I couldn't git nothin' out of her what was the matter, an' don't know what pertic'ler thing ails her now, unless it's that dum'd bunnit, I says. "At that the doctor laughed a little, kind as if he couldn't help it.

F'm what the doc said, an' f'm what I c'n see, you got to git out o' this dum'd climate," waving his hand toward the window, against which the sleet was beating, "fer a spell; an' as fur 's the office goes, Chet Timson 'd be tickled to death to come on an' help out while you're away, an' I guess 'mongst us we c'n mosey along some gait.

Fact on't is, he says, 'it don't make a cent's wuth o' diff'rence to me person'ly which way the dum'd road comes in, an' I don't jest this minute see why I should spend any money in it. "'There's the princ'ple o' the thing, I says.

"Take the lines a minute," said David, handing them to his companion after stopping the horses. "The nigh one's picked up a stone, I guess," and he got out to investigate. "The river road," he remarked as he climbed back into the buggy after removing the stone from the horse's foot, "is about the puttiest road 'round here, but I don't drive it oftener jest on account of them dum'd loose stuns."

You tell him that I said the poorhouse was his proper dwellin', barrin' the jail, an' that it 'd have to be a dum'd sight poorer house 'n I ever heard of not to be a thousan' times too good fer him." "My!" exclaimed Mrs. Cullom again. "I can't really 'magine it of Dave." "Wa'al," replied Mrs.

H-a-rum? An' I'll say, 'Ain't that ole hoss wore out yet? or, 'When you comin' 'round to run off with another hoss? I'll say." At this point David got out of his chair, yawned, and walked over to the window. "Did you ever in all your born days," he said, "see such dum'd weather? Jest look out there no sleighin', no wheelin', an' a barn full wantin' exercise.

You never see such a mess," he added, with an expression of rueful recollection. "I believe that dum'd egg held more 'n a pint." John fairly succumbed to a paroxysm of laughter. "Funny, wa'n't it?" said David dryly. "Forgive me," pleaded John, when he got his breath. "Oh, that's all right," said David, "but it wa'n't the kind of emotion it kicked up in my breast at the time.

'I ain't fit to, I says, ready to cry an' wa'al, he jest laughed, an' says, 'Nonsense, he says, 'come along. A man needn't be ashamed of his workin' clo'es, he says, an' I'm dum'd if he didn't take holt of my hand, an' in we went that way together." "How like him that was!" said the widow softly. "Yes, ma'am, yes, ma'am, I reckon it was," said David, nodding.