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"'Twur the oddest sight I ever seed, an' it remembered me o' bit o' Scripter my ole mother hed often read from a book called the Bible, or some sich name about a lion that wur so tame he used to squat down beside a lamb, 'ithout layin' a claw upon the innocent critter. "Wal, stranger, as I'm sayin', the hul party behaved in this very way.
Potts' good sayings were never lost on her generous master, and this was no exception; he leaned back on his chair and fairly shook with laughter. "Why Potts:" he said at last, "You don't mean to say you never saw envelopes before they were sealed, do you?" "Faith it's not the only thing I've lived to this 'ithout seein" Potts answered resignedly.
As it was, he tossed his head and answered loftily, "Don't do fer girls to go trav'lin' round 'ithout cash. You ain't workin' to-day an' an' ye may need it. Newspaper men well, we can scrape along 'most anyhow. Hello, here's Buttons!"
I'd never had two shillin' of my own in my hull life. But the more I thought on't the uneasier I got. Somethin' seemed pullin' an' haulin' at me, an' fin'ly I gin in. I allowed I'd see that percession anyway if it took a leg, an' mebbe I c'd git back 'ithout nobody missin' me.
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!
"No, seh! no, seh! I means a country what's good faw a po' man, an' Widewood cayn't even be that 'ithout school-houses, seh! But thass what me an' you can make it, Mr. March. Why, thass the hence an' the whence that my constituents an' coefficients calls me School-house Leggett. Some men cusses me that I has mix' the races in school. Well, supposin' I has a little; I'se mix' myseff.
"Them fellers is gwine to put, Cap'n," said Lincoln, touching his cap respectfully. "You're right, Sergeant," I replied; "and without them we might as well think of catching the wind as one of these mules." "If yer'll just let me draw a bead on the near mustang, I kin kripple him 'ithout hurtin' the thing thet's in the saddle." "It would be a pity.
But thar' ain't no pity 'ithout love; and it's a love 't ain't no fine-spun thread, but a ten-inch hawser; a love 't stands by ye when thar' 's a trackless path afore and a lost trail ahind; when ye're scuddin' afore the squall, an' the seas come thunderin' down on ye; when yer boat 's in splinters, and ye're a-bitin' the sand.
They were, no doubt, still in pursuit of us, and would soon arrive on the ground. "Now, cap," continued the trapper, "I've gi'n ye my notion o' things, if so be we're boun' to fight; but I have my behopes we kin get back the weemen 'ithout wastin' our gun-fodder." "How? how?" eagerly inquired the chief and others.
In a few seconds the entrance was darkened by a crowd of savages, shouting and yelling. "Now show yur shootin', young fellur!" said my companion. "It's the new kind o' pistol 'ee hev got. Load every ber'l o' it." "Shall I have time to load them?" "Plenty o' time. They ain't a-gwine to come in 'ithout a light. Thur gone for a torch to the shanty. Quick wi' yur! Slap in the fodder!"
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