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'T was a mighty dark night, an' I never saw, ner heard, nuthin' till the shootin' begun. I wus back o' officers' row, an' them pistols popped up yere, by the corner o' the barracks. I jumped an' yelled; thought I heerd somebody runnin' an' let drive. Then just as I got up yere, this feller come tearin' 'long, an' I naturally grabbed him. That's the whole of it."
I heerd you was hum, and so I thought I'd just step up and see. Been getting along pretty well?" Fleda answered, smiling internally at the wide distance between her "getting along" and his idea of it. "Well the hay's first-rate!" said Earl, taking off his hat and sitting down in the nearest chair; "I've been feedin' it out, now, for a good spell, and I know what to think about it.
He was skinnin' a lion then, over hyar on the ridge. Thet was in the mawnin'. I reckon he's around, fer I seen some of the hounds." "Then, Lem you haven't heard about the fight yesterday between Jack and Wilson Moore?" Lem straightened up quickly. "Nope, I 'ain't heerd a word." "Well, they fought, all right," said Columbine, hurriedly. "I saw it. I was the only one there.
"I haven't got no other one as I ever heerd on. My uncle's Jim Whiteside, an' soom folks call'n me Sally Whiteside, an' then he gets mad an' says 'tisn't none o' my name. An' soom folks call'n me 'Cockle Sally. Aye, that's what they call'n me mostly." Dickinson looked at her disapprovingly.
An' he was wild in shootin' so wild thet he must hev missed. Then he wabbled an' Jorth run in a dozen steps, shootin' fast, till your dad fell over.... Jorth run closer, bent over him, an' then straightened up with an Apache yell, if I ever heerd one.... An' then Jorth backed slow lookin' all the time backed to the store, an' went in." Blue's voice ceased.
I want to go to a city somewhar I don't keer whar. I might git work I've heerd of folks as did. P'r'aps some un ud hire me!" He stared at her like a man fascinated. "You go to the city alone!" he said under his breath. "You try to get work!" "Yes," she answered. "Don't ye know no one" He stopped her. "No," he said, "I don't. It would be a dangerous business unless you had friends.
He took her up th' mountain, an' we heard 'em both even high up among th' laurels. Th' sound o' their joy a-floatin' down from the height, so nigh th' blue sky, made me sick an' weak-loike. They wur na so gay when they comn back, but her eyes wur shinin', an' so wur his, an' I heerd him say to her as 'Foak didna know how nigh heaven th' top o' th' mountain wur."
The same eyes that seed down through the brush and ferns in the Summit woods, the same ears that heerd the music of the wind trailin' through the pines, don't see you with my eyes or hear you with my ears. And when she paints you, it's nat'ril for a woman with that pow'ful mind and grand idees to dip her brush into her heart's blood for warmth and color. Yer smilin', young man.
But this name, Master Droop, I own I never heard. Whiskey, say you?" "Well, now, do tell!" said Droop, drawing forth his flask of nineteenth-century rye, "never heerd o' whiskey, eh? Never tasted it, either, I s'pose?" "How should I taste it, man, not knowing its very name?" "Verily, thou sayest sooth!" said Droop. Then, glancing all about him: "Ain't there any smaller glasses 'round here?"
"Waal, you heerd Tom Davis' blab this evenin'; an' you know that Bob's got the idee into his intelleck that the cuss of a sart'in man as he onct wronged is a-stickin' to him yit, an' never will let loose till he passes in his checks?" "Who was the man?" "Boone Randolph, of Booneville." "My father?" "Yaas, yer pap. He's down powerful on your pap, that's sart'in.
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