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My hounds took after a lion last night, and this mornin' I trailed 'em clean over into the middle fork where they had 'im treed. He jumped down and run when I come up and jist as we was hotfoot after him we run spang into three thousand head of sheep, drifting down from the pass, and six greasers and a white man in the rear with carbeens. The whole dam' outfit is comin' in on us.
I bin lookin' for ye, Dan; I want ye to have a chanst. We're sailin' in the mornin', an', Dan, we're short-handed three hands short, we are!" His words came and went under cover of the hymn. "Men won't ship aboard of her; she's got a bad name," the whisper continued. "She's full o' Dutchmen an' Dagoes again. It's goin' to be the hell of a passage an' the Horn in August, too.
You'll just come in, rake out the grate, carry off the ashes, lay the noo fire, put the matches handy on the chimney-piece, look round to see that all's right, and then turn off the gas. The master is a early riser, and lights the fire his-self of a mornin'." "Yes, 'm," said Matty, with a courtesy. "Now, go and do it," said Mrs Rose, "that I may see you understand it.
Last week my wife went over to Harmon's and Mis' Harmon said she was goin' to make some molasses candy that mornin'. Well, my wife hurried home, put on her molasses, made her candy, cooled it and worked it, and took some over to treat Mis' Harmon, who was jest gittin' her kittle out from under the sink!" The Careys laughed heartily at this evidence of Mrs.
Thomas Blake sat down on the floor, fumbled for a short pipe, and said, "Seems ter me I'm sick of errers. Sick of 'em! Made a bloomer this mornin' this way." Here he took into his confidence the group which had gathered uncertainly round him. "My wife's brother, 'im wot's a postman, owes me arf a bloomin' thick 'un.
At a turn in the wood, he met a negro boy with a tin bucket on his head. Harry knew him. It was Tom Haskins. "Hello, Tom!" said Harry, stopping for a moment; "I want you." "What you want, Mah'sr Harry?" asked Tom. "I want you to come to Aunt Judy's cabin and carry some messages over to Hetertown for me." "When you want me?" said Tom; "to-morrer mornin'?" "No; I want you to-night. This minute.
But I forgot all this directly, as I stepped out, where I found Lomax standing up as stiff as a ramrod, and with a walking cane thrust under his arms and behind his back, trussing him like a chicken, so as to throw out his chest. He saluted me in military fashion. "Mornin', sir. Your trooper's waiting. Looks a nice, clever little fellow." "Trooper?" I faltered in a disappointed tone.
"All right, Miss Webster." "Bring me a sheet of paper an' a pencil before you go." The nurse entered with the desired articles. "I'm sendin' to town for Lawyer Benton," announced the patient with elaborate carelessness. Neither Melvina's voice nor her face expressed the slightest curiosity. "There's some business I must see to right away, an' I reckon I may's well get it fixed up this mornin'."
Fisher 's jus' wild now 't he's got a new hand to hold his nails f'r him. She says they were tinkerin' on the thing all last evenin' 'n' a good part o' this mornin' 'n' two mattresses to beat 'n' a chair to mend 's never counted for anythin'. Well seems 't towards noon Mr.
What I do say is this; since Tom Ross is such a good fisher I reckon he might take his hook an' line an' go east to the creek, which can't be fur from here, an' ketch some more fish jest ez good ez them we had this mornin'. After dark I'll cook 'em, takin' the trouble off his hands."
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