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But, by the way, doctor, did you know to-day was Christmas? Of co'se I might've knew you did but I never. An' now it seems to me like Christmas, an' Fo'th o' July, an' "Hail Columbia, happy lan'," all b'iled down into one big jubilee! But tell me, doctor, confidential sh! step here a leetle further back tell me, don't you think he's to say a leetle bit undersized? Speak out, ef he is.
He's all right. He's better than Blazing Star." "Not on your life!" said Jim, with sudden heat, "but he's what you are after." They walked casually up to the young rider. Kyle began: "Say, young fellow, is that horse for sale?" "Yo' the fo'th pah'ty to-day to ask that," was the softly cooed answer. "No, he ain't fo' sale." "Looks to me like a Kentucky blood," said Kyle.
En' sho' 'nuff, dey didn' had no trouble keep'n' Skundus wak f'm dat time fo'th, fer Cindy turned out ter hab a temper of her own, en' made Skundus walk a chalk-line. "Dis yer boy, Tom," said the old man, straightening out his leg carefully, preparatory to getting up, "is jes' like his gran'daddy. I b'lieve ef somebody didn' wake 'im up he'd sleep till jedgmen' day. Heah 'e comes now.
He wore the same clothes now as then; or if not the identical clothes, as many averred, clothes of the identical cut. Younger trainers, who were fond of having their joke with the old man, would often inquire of him, "Who's your tailor, Mat?" To which the invariable answer in the familiar wheeze was, "He died reign o' William the Fo'th, my son.
She whisked the biscuits into the oven and then proceeded, "Billy air kinder new to this business, but bein' as it's my fifth I'm kinder used to it. Billy an' me done got ma'id yesterday." "Got what?" "Ma'id! I'm his wedded wife. He done come down to Jefferson County courtin', an' bein' as I done buried my fo'th jes' las' year I up'n says yes as quick as a flash.
Fur de time bein' de work is jes' to form de ladies' auxiliary an' git de main objec's set fo'th." "Lis'en, chile. Me, I don't aim never so long as I lives an' keeps my reason to jine no lodge w'ich don't start out fust thing by fune'lizin' de daid. Ise thinkin' now of de case of dat pore shif'less Sist' Clarabelle Hardin dat used to live out yere on Plunkett's Hill.
And now, brethern and sistern, I guess we might as well pass up the first three heads and come immediately to the fo'th infant baptism." Here is a story of the late Lord Haversham's schooldays.
But, of co'se, all the great honors they laid on him the weddin' supper an' dance in the Simpkins's barn, the dec'rations o' the church that embraced so many things he's lectured about an' all that why they was all meant to show fo'th how everybody took pride in him, ez a author o' printed books.
"Yes sirree, I was there; nothin' but a youngster, but I was there!" he would assert. "There wasn't a single battle the Fo'th Kentucky Volunteers didn't get in on an' the Johnny Rebs would run like hell when they heard we were comin'. I tell you when we got them a goin' was at Fredericksburg in '62 must have been 'bout the middle of December.
He said he'd try to meet the deputation's wishes and the following Sunday he announced as his text, 'Adam, Where Art Thou? "This text, brethern and sistern, said the preacher, 'can be divided into fo' heads. Fust, every man is somewhar. Second, most men is whar they hain't got no business to be. Third, you'd better watch out or that's whar you'll be yourself. Fo'th, infant baptism.
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