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"If he was here to-night it portends a deal," said Joe, sharply. "It portends that the biggest 'tough, the biggest man-killer an' hoss thief in the country, is on the war-path, an' ther'll be trouble around 'fore we're weeks older." "Who is he?" "Who is he? Wal, I 'lows that's a big question.
Guess it come from her mother. I 'lows she wus kind o' struck on fool things an' fixin's. Can't blame her noways. Guess I wus mostly sudden them days. Luv ut fust sight is a real good thing when it comes to savin' labor, but like all labor-savin' fixin's, it's liable to git rattled some, an' then ther' ain't no calc'latin' what's goin' to bust."
And there, the filmy moon, most dimly visible in the afternoon sunshine, swung like some lunar hallucination among the cirrus clouds. "Ye 'lows ez I ain't doin' right by Birt?" the tanner suggested presently, with more conscience in the matter than one would have given him credit for possessing. "I knows ye air doin' right," said Byers unexpectedly.
She 'lows me no privileges, and if I didn't go off sometimes for a little fun, I shouldn't have no health, nor sperrets nother." "You wouldn't have any sperrits, that's certain," said Alice, laughing; "I should like to see a bottle of whisky in Aunt Phillis's cabin." Bacchus laughed outright, infinitely overcome at the suggestion. "My blessed grief!
Soft spoken as a woman, an' jest about as vicious as a rattler. Guess you'll meet him. An' I 'lows he's meetable till he's riled." "Pleasant sort of man if he can cow this wonderful Jake," observed Tresler, quietly. "Oh, yes, pleasant 'nough," said Ike, mistaking his guest's meaning.
A mist was floating white against the dark densities of the woods. He heard the water splashing from the eaves heavily into the gullies below, and then the constable once more raucously cleared his throat. "Thar's a man," he drawled, "a stranger hyarabouts, killed yestiddy in the bridle-path. The cor'ner hev kem, an' he 'lows ye know suthin' 'bout'n it, Constant, 'bout'n the killin' of him.
"I ain't got no clothes that's fitten to wear, nor no pennies to give, but the judge, he 'lows that as soon as he can make a raise I got to go, and he's learning me my letters but we ain't a book. Miss Betty, I reckon it'd stump you some to guess how he's fixed it for me to learn?" "He's drawn the letters for you, is that the way?"
Her heart was beating so loudly, that it seemed to her he must hear it. "Wal," he said slowly, "it's not a bad notion in some ways, Rosie. Ther's jest the matter o' myself wrong. I 'lows you'd make a han'some return to Rube an' Ma. Guess you needn't to figger on me though. I'll stand by this old farm. I ken work it single-handed. An' I kind o' notion the Injuns around here someways."
"You bet," assented Ezry Longman. "But why weren't she there to-day?" "Don't know," answered Jake. "She were home, I guess. She 'lows as how her Daddy comes home to-morry ... I 'lows as how he don't." "I 'lows it, too," grunted Ben Letts. They walked on in silence for some time, the wind crooning its endless tune through the telegraph wires.
En I'll des bet yo' back is raw whar she 's be'n beatin' you. "'Yas, 'spon' Dan, 'so it is. He had n' notice it befo', but now he felt des lack de hide had be'n tuk off'n 'im. "'En yo' thighs is des raw whar de spurrers has be'n driv' in you, sez de cunjuh man. 'You can't see de raw spots, but you kin feel 'em. "'Oh, yas, 'lows Dan, 'dey does hu't pow'ful bad.
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