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"An' we should learn t' save our wisdom es well es our nuts," said a sassy brother; "fer each needs his own wisdom fer his own affairs." 'An the little ship went back 'n' forth 'cross the cove as the win' blew. The squirrels hed many a fine ride in her an' the frogs were the ferrymen. An' all 'long thet shore 'twas known es Frog Ferry 'mong the squirrel folks.
RUODI. Far better men than I would not ape Tell. There does not live his fellow 'mong the mountains. He pushes off. God help thee now, brave sailor! Look how his bark is reeling on the waves! The surge has swept clean over it. And now 'Tis out of sight. Yet stay, there 'tis again Stoutly he stems the breakers, noble fellow! SEPPI. Here come the troopers hard as they can ride!
"Have ye forgot your youth, When expectation soared on pinions high, And hope shone out on boyhood's cloudless sky, Seeming all truth When all looked fair to fancy's ardent eye, And pleasure wore an air of sorcery? "You, too! What early blight Has withered your fond hopes, that ye thus stand, A group of sisters, 'mong this monkish band? Ye creatures bright!
"Don't I love all dagos?" asked Monkey. "Sich a pretty little way with 'em they got. Same as a baa-lamb in the meadow 'mong the buttercups." "Then now I'll tell you something for yourself," said Joses. "He loves all the English owners, jockeys, and crowd. But he loves you best." "Never!" cried Monkey, greatly moved. "Then I'm the man what won the Greaser's Heart. It's too much."
Stand we not close against the foe As though we were glued or moulded so? Like mill-work don't we move, d'ye think! 'Mong ourselves in the nick, at a word or wink. Who has thus cast us here all as one, Now to be severed again by none? Who? why, no other than Wallenstein!
On visiting them one evening according to my usual practice, I found them engaged in a very earnest and apparently not very amicable conversation. On inquiring the cause of this, Beaver answered, "I've been telling this Comanche what I seen 'mong the white folks." I said, "Well, Beaver, what did you tell him?"
"Heave 'em out, and then settle down 'mong facts." "Where is Jude Lauzoon?" This was hitting the bull's eye with a vengeance. "Gone off for change of air and scene somewhere." Jock presented a stolid, blank face to his inquisitor. "Gone where?" "Now how in how do you expect I know? Just gone." "Taken that pretty little wife of his to new scenes, eh?
"Just as you please, father," replied Tom, handing the bottle; "but recollect, none of your water bewitched. Only help me as you love me." Old Tom mixed a pannikin of grog for Tom, and another for himself. I hardly need say which was the stiffer of the two. "Well, father, I suppose you think the grog will run short. To be sure, one bottle aren't too much 'mong four of us."
Then we'll see who's along wi' 'em, and kin foller thar trail." "Walt, I'm willing to do as you direct. I feel as if I'd lost all hope, and could give way to downright despair." "Deespair be durned! Thar's allers a hope while thar's a bit o' breth in the body. Keep up yur heart, man! Think o' how we war 'mong them wagguns. That oughter strengthen yur gizzern.
Don't you tink you still in Tennessee! You' know better bye 'n bye. Yella woman out heer good as white marry white man all same all same 'mong da Mormons yah, yah, yah!" A leer towards Lilian accompanied this laughter, rendering its hideous significance more palpably expressive.
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