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"Sure we're in luck, boys, anyhow," said Mr McCarthy joyfully. "Be jabers, I niver expected to git so much ov it all at once without any trouble!"
Th' Lord have a care ov mo! Aw dimnot knaw which to trust, and which not to trust. But aw mun wait for maister William, as yo co' him. Bill. All right, daddy! Don't you stir from here till I come back not for nobody no, not for Joseph! Tho. Aw dunnot knaw no Joseph. Bill. I'll soon let you see I'm a honest boy! As you can't go to Mattie, I'll bring Mattie to you: see if I don't!
G. But you've just said you didn't see her face! Th. Dunnot aw know what th' face ov mo chylt be like, beout seem' ov it? Aw'm noan ov a lump-yed. Nobory as seigh her once wouldn't know her again. Col. He's a lunatic! I don't see what I can do for you, old fellow. Th. And aw met ha' known it beout axin'! O'reet!
I replied, much alarmed, "you are no chicken certainly not." "Well, den, zit still and pehabe yourself, or I'll rap you again mid me vist. It iz te shicken ab te wing, und te owl ab te wing, und te imp ab te wing, und te head-teuffel ab te wing. Te angel ab not te wing, and I am te Angel ov te Odd." "And your business with me at present is is"
A fierce yell announced the exultation of the guerilleros. Dubrosc was sitting on his powerful mustang, facing the corral, and watching the effects of the shot. "If he wur only 'ithin range ov my own rifle!" muttered Lincoln, as he glanced along the sights of the strange piece. The crack soon followed the black horse reared, staggered, and fell back on his rider.
"Wal', I reckon it wus; leastwise Tim wudn't be mixed up in the affair none. They hed it prutty blame hot, an' I reckon thar'd bin a dead deputy if hedn't bin fer me. Tim thought I wus a prutty gud frien' an' cum over yere ter liquor, an' eat. Ther joke ov it is, he never know'd thet Joe hed told me all 'bout the fix he wus in, afore we cum ashore.
Sez he to me: 'Loh! that's the ornary whelp ov the devil that cussed me. Old's I am I'd like to fight him, fur the sake o' the man that I knowed onct. I feel my young blood a-risin'; he looks so mighty like Boone Randolph. But I tole him he war a fool to talk ov fightin' yer; ye'd whip him all ter flinders." "I wouldn't fight him, of course: he's too old for me.
"Stop along ov us till mornin';" were the various rather noisy and ejaculatory remarks upon Chillis's avowed intention of abandoning good and appreciative company, without stopping to tell one of his ever-ready tales of Indian and bear fighting in the Rocky Mountains thirty years before. "Why, you ain't goin' out again till you've shaken off the water, Joe.
Let dem kum, kum an' git Schults when dey chuse. Don't let dem t'ink fur er moment I no prepare fer dem. Dem Ghermans who 'lows dem down bhroke ristocrats persuade dem gintz deir kullud frients who thrade mit dem an' keeps dem from starvin' when dese rich bocra thry ter dhrive dem frum des country deserbe de cuss ov Almighty Got!
"Faith, Tom," whispered Mick to me in an aside that was quite loud enough for the `Jaunty' to catch his remark, "ivverybody, sure, 's kapin' ther' oye on ye; an' ef all the jokers go on loike thet, ye'll be havin' what ye're moother called t'other day, bedad, a' 'tack ov `oye- strikes, if ye don't look out sharp!"
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