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"We had made a success of t'e pusiness," Pelletan explained, "unt I brought mit me my share of t'e profits, which seemed only fair, since I, py my labour, had earned t'em. Unt t'en I took a lease of t'is place, unt did well until t'is year. T'at iss my whole history, monsieur. T'at iss why I dare not return to Paris, efen for a small visit in winter when pusiness here iss pad.
Often at Northleach Betson must have encountered his brethren of the Staple, the staid old merchant Richard Cely among the rest, and son George who rides with 'Meg', his hawk, on his wrist, and has a horse called 'Bayard' and another called 'Py'; and perhaps also John Barton of Holme beside Newark, the proud stapler who set as a 'posy' in the stained glass windows of his house this motto: I thank God and ever shall It is the sheepe hath payed for all;
While the Miami was maneuvering for position, Otto Relstaub appeared behind him, and, in the twinkling of an eye, the merciless warrior was placed between two fires. "You let dot chap alone?" called out the German, with his gun to his shoulder, "or py gracious I'll shoot my ramrod clean through you as nefer vos I don't it?"
"Dot Irishmans vos so fiery as der hair mit his head," he muttered to himself. "I dink I vos keep out of sight bis he vos cool off, and den Mine gracious, Bumpkin, var did you come from? I dinks you vos left behind py Arkansas City." For there had suddenly appeared before Humpendinck the form of the dunce, hatless and with his black hair tumbled over his face in all directions.
He say mit himselluf 'I haf der golt und der bower, hey? He von pig fool. He dinks you der fool vas, und der eye uf him he vinks like der glown py der circus. But yust vait. Vait till der honest sons uf doil rise by deir might oop und smite der blow vich gif liperty to der millions!" At this there was a wild outburst of applause and a chorus of hoarse shouts: "Up mit der red flag!" "Strike now!"
At that he put his finger to his nose. "Thruppence py the day." I shook my head. He looked at me queerly. "How old you pe, twelve, yes?" Now I had no notion of telling him. So I said: "Is this the Charlestown road?" "Fourpence!" he cried, "dot is riches." "I will go for sixpence," I answered. "Mein Gott!" he cried, "sixpence. Dot is robbery."
He had a large farm, well stocked, but he was never known to do any work except with his brains. He was one of those men who increased the income of the State of Illinois by ability. Duffendorf was a huge Dutchman, nearly seven feet in height. He was a great friend of mine, great every way, but very stupid; he had no sense of refinement. He said: "Ve gates, schoolmeister? Py golly! Here, Mr.
Hans, go cotch der filly colt. Now, Hans, I vants to see vedder der filly colt mid stand fire. You get on der filly colt, und I vill get pehind der house, und ven you shust coome galloping py, I vill say 'B-o-o-h, und if der filly colt don't shump, den I vill know dot der filly colt mid stand fire."
No, by Cot, vote for Shorge B. Senter he says he'll py all the peer for dems as votes for him as much more dan dey can trinks, by tam! Senter be d d! Go for Coffinberry! Coffinberry was killed eight times in the Mexican war, and is in favor of justice and Pop'lar Sovrinty! Oh gos! Senter was at the battle of Tippe-ca-noo, scalped twelve Injuns and wrote a treatise in Horse-shoeing!
"What about you, Patsy?" he asked suddenly, turning to the bulky, bald German cook who was thumping bread dough in a far corner. "You got any homestead or desert rights you ain't used?" "Py cosh, I got all der rights dere iss," Patsy returned querulously. "I got more rights as you shmartys.
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