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"Boss, we'll never git 'ern back, not 'n a hundred years," declared Moze. "Thet settles us, Snake Anson," stridently added Shady Jones. "Them hosses are gone! You can kiss your hand to them.... They wasn't hobbled. They hed an orful scare. They split on thet stampede an' they'll never git together. ... See what you've fetched us to!"
"Whip! no; burn in de hot fire and brimstone for eber and for eber. 'Tis orful to be wicked, and hab de great Lord punish." "I ha'n't done noffin," cried out Tidy, fairly trembling with terror. "Laws, no, course not, chile; ye's noffin but a chile, ye know; but some folks does orful tings.
They'd killed 'em all and was eatin' of 'em when we jumps 'em. Before we knew wot had happened about a thousand more of the devils came runnin' up. They got us separated, and when we seen Theriere and Byrne kilt we jest natch'rally beat it. Gawd, but it was orful." "Do you think they will follow you?" asked Divine.
But listen heah.... Snake, you've seen an' heard people croak?" "You mean cash in die?" "Shore." "Wal, yes a couple or so," replied Anson, grimly. "But you never seen no one die of shock of an orful scare?" "No, I reckon I never did." "I have. An' thet's what's ailin' Jim Wilson," and he resumed his dogged steps. Anson and his two comrades exchanged bewildered glances with one another. "A-huh!
"Yes, miss," replied the woman, "I did 'ave a lodger 'ere yesterday, but 'e up an' went this mornin' bright and early. Most respectable 'e seemed, miss; but 'e come in last night in a orful pickle, 'is clothes torn an' 'is face bleedin'; you never saw sich a sight as 'e was, miss. I was glad to get rid on 'im; the p'lice would 'ave bin the next thing, I s'pose.
He stood looking at his servant for a moment or so, paralysed; but except that one blank gaze, he gave no sign of his emotion. He only took up his hat, and went quietly out. "His looks was orful!" the man said afterwards in the servants' hall. Sophia came out of the drawing-room to look for her father, just a little disturbed by the thought of what she had done. She had gone too far, perhaps.
'Fore he come, doctors en folks was trying ter fin' out 'bout me, en this Ma'tine 'lows he knows all 'bout me. Ef he wuzn't so orful glum, he'd be a good chap anuff, ef he is cur'ous. Hit's all a-changin' somehow, en yet' tisn't. Awhile ago nobody knowd 'bout me, en they wuz allus a- pesterin' of me with questions. En now Ma'tine en you 'low you know 'bout me, yet you ast questions jes' the same.
Meredith's. He sent us a ten, too." "Oh!" replied Colette frigidly. "Then the Boarder give us all he hed. Arterwards come dark days until Mr. Vedder sent us a fiver. Then thar was an orful day when thar wa'n't a cent and we didn't know whar to turn, and then It saved us." "It? What?" "The surplus. Mr. St. John's surplus. It brung in lots." "Why, what do you mean, Amarilly?"
An' I know it's orful funny to see how straight Jinny's face looks wen she's almos' ready to bust, while ole Miss is frettin' and fumin' 'bout dem Yankees an' de war. But, somehow, Robby, I ralely b'lieves dat we cullud folks is mixed up in dis fight. I seed it all in a vision.
When we got to Ypres, we found that we had to go back to where we had started from, so we struggled on. On the way we met a bunch of Lancashire men. "What do you belong to?" they asked us as they passed. "We are all that is left of a Canadian battalion," we replied. "Gorblimey, it's bleedin' orful," said they. Just as day was breaking we hit camp.
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