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He stopped and stared at Hortense as she passed, and Hortense stared back. Then the boy did a handspring and waved his hand. "What's that boy's name?" Hortense asked. Uncle Jonah raised his eyes. "Good fo' nothin'," muttered Uncle Jonah. "Ef I catches him in my o'cha'd ag'in, I'll lambaste him good." "He looks like a nice boy," said Hortense. "Dey ain't no nice boys," said Uncle Jonah.
"Ef I'd a-known!" she exclaimed, under her breath. "We're 'most there, Cousin Rebecca," said Copernicus, with deprecating softness. "Here, give me holt o' yer hand while we climb over the wall. Here's Burnham's swamp right now."
"A knight?" suggested her friend, who had just indulged a literary taste by purchasing a paper covered edition of Sir Walter Scott. "Yes, that's what I mean. An' I sez to myself, 'ef they wuz like he is, an' wuz ez plenty in the Middle Ages ez they make 'em out ter be, then it's a pity we wuzn't back right in the center uv 'em, sez I." "Lady Di!
Means, speaking as the principal school trustee, "I 'low our friend the Square is jest the man to boss this 'ere consarn to-night. Ef nobody objects, I'll app'int him. Come, Square, don't be bashful. Walk up to the trough, fodder or no fodder, as the man said to his donkey."
"Didn't I tell you to duck, ye rascal?" roared Captain Jeb, to whom a tumble like this seemed only a boy's fool trick. "Back aboard with ye, ye young fool! Back aboard! Don't ye know there's sharks about in these waters? Lord, ef he ain't gone down!" "He can't can't swim!"
And he will say to John, 'John, ef I had known in time I should hef been born here. But no one will believe it iss true, he is such a teffle of a liar, that John; and he will hef some stories about Mr. Mackenzie himself, as I hef been told, that he will tell when he goes to Styornoway. But John is a ferry cunning fellow, and will not tell any such stories in Borva."
"Couldn't I? I suppose I could ef I didn't think no more of religion than some other folks. I could jine the Methodist Church, and have everybody say I jined to git my wife. That may be serving God; but I can't see how. And then how long would you keep me?
Several of the men wavered, and looked irresolute. "I reckon that's all so, doctuh," returned Josh, "an', de way you put it, I don' blame you ner Mr. Watson; but all dem reasons ain' got no weight wid me. I'm gwine in dat town, an' ef any w'ite man 'sturbs me, dere'll be trouble, dere'll be double trouble, I feels it in my bones!" "Remember your old mother, Josh," said Miller.
Jes yer wait till I tell Cousin Nimbus de circumstanshuels an' see ef he don't ax us inside de gate." "Oh, Cousin Nimbus," said Sally, weeping piteously, "don't yer go ter fault us now don't please. Hit warn't our fault at all; leastways we didn't mean it so.
He shuddered at the thought, and placed his hand to his eyes. "Indeed, it seems like a direct Providence in our favor," rejoined another. "But thar's one thing you've overlooked, in your proposition, Albach," said the old veteran called Nickolson. "Ef the seige be protracted, what are we to do for water?" Each face of the company blanched, and turned toward the speaker with a startled look.
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