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"Never you mind," replied Rob, leaping the fence by laying his left hand on the top rail. "Get onto that horse." He tossed the boy up on the horse, hung his coat on the fence. "I s'pose the ol' man makes her plow same as usual?" "Yup," said Otto. "Dod ding a man that'll do that! I don't mind if it's necessary, but it ain't necessary in his case."
"You ran you colorado maduro good-for-nothing left me stuck in ditch let bushwhacker get away fix you for this, Pablo." Pablo's eyes popped in ecstasy. He grinned like a gargoyle. "You hear those boy, señor?" he reiterated happily. "I tell you those boy he like ol' Pablo.
"I can't go to the Klondyke naked no, nor wrapped in a rabbit-skin like Baby Bunting " Nicholas was conferring with the Colonel and offering to take him to Ol' Chief's. "Oh, yes; Ol' Chief got two clo'es. You come. Me show"; and they crawled out one after the other. "You pretty near dead that time," said one of the younger women conversationally. "That's right. Who are you, anyway?"
In the midst of them kwit! kwit! and with a thunder of wings a grouse whirred away, wild and gray as the rare bird that lived there years before. And when I questioned a hunter, he said: "That ol' beech pa'tridge? Oh, yes, he's there. He'll stay there, too, till he dies of old age; 'cause you see, Mister, there ain't nobody in these parts spry enough to ketch 'im."
"Who can it be, to come so, Señorita?" wondered Paula, her brown cheek beside her mistress, "is he not handsome!" "For mercy sake, Paula," chided Tharon laughing, "I believe you'd look for beauty in th' ol' Nick himself if he rode up. But I've seen this man before." "Where? When?" "In town that day I met Courtrey an' Service.
Again, if I stopped casting suddenly at the deep trout pool opposite a grassy shore, to follow with my eyes a tall, gray-blue shadow on stilts moving dimly alongshore in seven-league-boot strides for the next bog, where frogs were plenty, Simmo would point with his paddle and say: "See, Ol' Fader Longlegs go catch-um more frogs for his babies.
"Where, Davy?" "Oh, way back down the road in a pasture." "He must belong to somebody." "He's just a ol' hound dog, Ma, that's all he is. Lots of hounds don't belong to nobody everybody knows that, Ma. Look at him, Ma. Mighty nigh starved to death. Lemme keep him. We can feed him on scraps. He can sleep under the house. Me an' him will keep you in rabbits. You won't have to kill no more chickens.
'Thet one, said Uncle Eb, squinting at the mare, 'why she can't go fast 'nough. 'She can't, hey? said Dean, bridling with injured pride. 'I don't think there's anything in this town can head her. 'Thunder! said Uncle Eb, 'I can go by her with this ol' plug easy 'twixt here an' our gate. Ye didn't know what ye was sellin'. 'If ye pass her once I'll give her to ye, said he.
"I kin prove my ol' woman had me locked up in the chicken-coop thet night 'cause I wouldn't split a lot o' cordwood thet were full o' knots." He cast a half fearful glance over his shoulder toward the interior of the cottage. "Next day I split 'em," he added, mildly.
"Tell me, darlin', don' you love somebody? don' you love? you know, oh, tell me, darlin', don' you love to see the gen'l'man that keeps up at the school where you go? They say he's the pootiest gen'l'man that was ever in the town here. Don' be 'fraid of poor Ol' Sophy, darlin', she loved a man once, see here! Oh, I've showed you this often enough!"
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