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"I'deed, yes," he drawled out; "dead as a buck. Thunder! ye've gin it him atween the eyes, plum. He is one of the fellers, es my name's Bob Linkin. I kud sw'ar to them mowstaches among a million." At this moment a patrol of night gendarmes came up; and Lincoln, and Jack, and myself were carried off to the calaboose, where we spent the remainder of the night.
I was interrupted by an exclamation a horrid oath that came fiercely hissing from the lips of the squatter. "Damnation!" cried he; "you be damned! Civil treetmint i'deed! You're a putty fellur to talk o' civil treetmint, arter jumpin' yur hoss over a man's fence, an' ridin' slap-jam inter his door, 'ithout bein' asked!
That's why I've axed ye to kum out hyar, and enter into this confaberlation." "Well, Walt, you shall be welcome to my advice. As to what you should do, that's clear enough; but what you may or can do will depend a good deal on what Miss Conchita says. Have you spoken to her upon the subject?" "Thar hain't yit been much talk atween us i'deed not any, I mout say. Ye know I can't parley thar lingo.
In truth, I am not very confident of meeting with a friendly reception at the hands of your neighbour Holt much less being asked to partake of his hospitality." "D'ye say so?" "Indeed, yes. From what I have heard, I have reason to anticipate rather a cold welcome." "I'deed? But," My companion hesitated his his speech as if meditating some observation which he felt a delicacy about making.
"'Fraid, Massa Billy, 'deed. "She can't help that, though, John. So come along, and take the wood in." "'Fraid, i'deed, Massa Billy." "Well, if you don't, I'll take it in myself, and dirty all my clothes, and then somebody will find it out, without my turning tell-tale."
He drew a small notched stick from his "possible sack," and desired us to count the notches upon it. We did so. There were one hundred and forty-five in all. "You have killed one hundred and forty-five, then?" cried we, astonished at the number. "Yes, i'deed," replied he, with a quiet chuckle, "that many dozen; for every 'un of them nutches count twelve.
Before we had advanced a hundred paces, I saw Ben suddenly untie the cord by which the bird was fastened, and, lifting it over his shoulders, hold the body up nearer his nose then, uttering a loud exclamation, he pitched the game as far from him as he could, at the same time crying out: "Turkey, i'deed dang it, Will, 'tan't no turkey. Shiver my timbers if 'tan't a stinking vulture!"
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