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There was a big slip over there a few days ago on the four-hundred-foot level. Thirty odd men back of it. Timbers went off, they say, like a gatlin' gun. I just can't seem to understand how they didn't handle that ground better. It don't look right to me!" He stooped and twisted his fingers together and the palms of his hands gave out dry, rasping sounds.
The victim, who is most likely a mighty serious an' experienced person, don't copper the play by makin' vain remarks, but brings his gatlin' into play surprisin'. Next it's bang! bang! bang! mixed up with flashes an' white smoke, an' the dooel is over complete. The gent who still adorns our midst takes a drink on the house, while St.
The last form of maverick bursts frequent into Western bloom; it's their ambition, that a-way, to deloode you into deemin' 'em as fresh from the States as one of them tomatter airtights. "Thar's old gent Jeffords; he's that sort. Old Jeffords lives for long with the Apaches; he's found among 'em when Gen'ral Crook the old 'Grey Fox' an' civilisation and gatlin' guns comes into Arizona arm in arm.
"Mis' Hart, he ain't got anybody my folks I lost track of 'em years ago. You see to it git some learnin' in his head. When a man knows books it's like bein' heeled good gun plenty uh ca't'idges in a fight. When I got that gold it was like fightin' with my bare hands against a gatlin' gun. They coulda cheated me whole thing on paper I wouldn't know luck just luck they didn't.
"Dey said old man Abe Lincoln was de nigger's friend, but frum de way old Marse an' de sojers talk 'bout him I thought he was a mighty mean man. "I doan recollec' when dey tol' us we was freed but I do know Mr. Gatlin would promise to pay us fer our work an' when de time would come fer to pay he said he didn' have it an' kep' puttin us off, an' we would work some more an' git nothin' fer it.
So, be th' powers, we've started in again to improve th' race; an', if we can get in Gatlin' guns enough befure th' winter's snows, we'll tur-rn thim Chippeways into a cimitry branch iv th' Young Men's Christyan Association. We will so. "Ye see, Hinnissy, th' Indyun is bound f'r to give way to th' onward march iv white civilization. You an' me, Hinnissy, is th' white civilization.
"Just a little Gatlin' gun!" he cried jokingly. He pressed the button, and the light flashed squarely in the old woman's eyes. "God 'lmighty don't shoot!" she screamed. Jim doubled with laughter. "For the love o' Mike!" Nance leaned against the side table and wiped the perspiration from her brow. "Lord! I thought you'd kilt me!" she panted, still trembling. "Ah, don't be foolish!"
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