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"This book sheds light on a heap of things thet we all needs ter know erbout hit tells how his foreparent sought ter kill ther tree thet our ancestors planted an' hit's kinderly like an indictment in ther high co'te." While Dorothy Thornton accused the blood sprung from the renegade and his Indian squaw out of those ancient pages the men listened. To the husband it was incitement and revelation.
"You mus' think I ain't got no feelin's ter go ter bed an' leave 'im hollerin'. I'm er goin' ter rock 'im ter sleep in my little rockin'-cheer, an' you needn't be er fussin' at me nuther." "I ain't er fussin' at yer, chile; I'm jes' 'visin' uv yer fur yer good; caze hit's yer bed-time, an' dem puppies will likely holler all night."
You ax me ter run home, Little childun Run home, dat sun done roll An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer. Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty-en-six, Christ is got us a place done fix An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer; Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty-en-sev'm Christ done sot a table in Hev'm An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer.
"I'm goin'," he said as their eyes met in a flash of understanding, "ter seek fer yore gran'pap." "I fears me hit's too late...." Her gaze went outward and as she looked the man needed no explanation. "Ef he's still alive," she added, resolutely, with a return of self-control, "ther danger's done passed now. Hit would kill ye ter go out in this storm, weak as ye be. Let's strive ter be patient."
He met three double rows of white needle-like teeth daring him to come on. He squatted flat on his belly and growled with desperate fury, but he wouldn't go closer. The hunter urged in vain. "Hit's no use!" he cried at last. "Jest ez well axe er dog ter walk into a den er lions. I don't blame him." The Boy's pride was hurt. "I can make him bring one out," he said. Tom shook his head: "Not much.
Hit's all the wus fer ye thet ye air in sech doin's. I tell ye, Rome " A faint cry rose above the drone of the millstones, and old Gabe stopped with open lips to listen. The boy's face was pressed close to the logs. A wet paddle had flashed into the sunlight from out the bushes across the river.
He reached now convulsively for a tuft of grass, paused, stared. "Hit's Sam Woodhull!" ejaculated the scout. Then, suddenly, "Git away, Will move back!" Banion looked over his shoulder as he stood, his own hands and arms, his clothing, black with mire.
Lance pushed among the dogs, kicking and cuffing them out of his way, and sounded the tree with the back of a hatchet. "Ah 'low hit's gone all the way up," he cried. "Well, chop hit 'n fin' out!" returned his friends, impatiently. He began cutting a square and soon broke through the outer shell. "Gimme a glove, one o' you fellers," he cried. "Ah ain' aimin' to have a finger chewed off this time."
If the Mississippi brings you fish and game; if it gives you sheltered eddies to anchor in, and good banks or sandbars to tie against; if this great river out here does all that for you, what do you reckon the Father of that river, of all the world, of all the skies would do, He being so much friendlier and powerfuller? "Hit's easy to forget the good that's done to you.
Hale's blue eye looked anything than friendly. "Don't ye like it?" asked the horseman. "I do not," said Hale calmly. The horseman seemed amused. "Well, whut you goin' to do about it?" "Nothing at least not now." "All right whenever you git ready. You ain't ready now?" "No," said Hale, "not now." The fellow laughed. "Hit's a damned good thing for you that you ain't."
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