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She ain' never let de dawgs come in de 'oom, nohow, caze once she done feel Beulah rar 'er back at Spy. She's des stone blin', is ole miss, but I d'clar she kin smell pow'ful keen, an' 'taro' no use tryin' ter fool her wid one houn' er de hull pack. Lawd! Lawd! I wunner ef dat ar cat kin be layin' close over yonder at Sis Daphne's?"
"When I run a fifty foot tunnel into a ledge of antimony over on the Skookumchuck it looked like somethin' good." Uncle Bill added drily: "I ain't excited." "It might be one of them rar' minerals." Yankee Sam hefted it judicially. "What do you hold it at?" "Anything I can git." "You ought to git ten thousand dollars easy when Capital takes holt."
Suddenly, his wandering glance fell upon the pale face of Charles Thompson; and with a gleam of childlike recognition, and a weak, falsetto laugh, he darted forward, caught at the table, upset the glasses, and literally fell upon the prodigal's breast. "Sha'ly! yo' d d ol' scoun'rel, hoo rar ye!"
Instantly a chorus of cries arose: "Oh, she's bumped over the obelisk! She's bumped over the obelisk!" With the cries, and sounding from beneath the tapered end of the Big Rock, mingled ferocious growls "Rar! Rar! Rar! Rar!" And in that same moment, the four who were holding the rope felt it begin to writhe and twist in their grasp! like a live thing.
"Show Dill that rar' mineral, Uncle Bill." To Dill in an aside: "He's got a mountain of it and it's somethin' good." Uncle Bill made no move. "I aims to hold it for the boom." "And what's your honest opinion of the country, Mr. Griswold?" Dill asked conciliatingly. "What do you think well find when we reach the secondary enrichment?"
Marse Chan, he jes' kep' cool till de ole Cun'l light into he pa. Ez soon ez he name ole marster, I seen Marse Chan sort o' lif' up he head. D' yo' ever see a hoss rar he head up right sudden at night when he see somethin' comin' to'ds 'im from de side an' he don' know what 'tis? Ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin he went right on.
In vain did he toil over it and perspire an hour through the confounded apparatus would not come unfolded. There are some umbrellas which amuse themselves under torrential rains with just such tricks upon you. Fairly tired out with the struggle, the victim dashed down the machine and lay upon it, swearing like the regular Southron he was. "Tar, tar, rar, tar! tar, rar, tar!"
"Vell, I shut zee window, capture zee moss, ant zen I hunt zee bat with my bootterfly-net for an hour, but have only captured him zis moment. Ant he is sooch a sooch a splendid specimen of a very rar' species, zee Caelops frizii gootness! Zere goes zee lamp!" The crash that followed told too eloquently of the catastrophe, and broke the slumbers even of the hermit.
Moreover, a pocket-handkerchief was bound round the reptilian jaws and tied at the top of the head in a bow-knot. She had gotten rid of Thomas. But here was Miss Royle! There was no time for greetings. Again were sounding those furious growls "Rar! Rar! Rar!" Jane swung round in a half-circle to warn the governess. "It's that Bear!" she hummed. "Can't you drive him away?"
"Wish you was spry 'nuf ter go, Aun' Patsy. She'd b'lieve you; an' she couldn't rar an' charge inter a ole pusson like you, nohow." "Ain't dar nobody else in dis h'yar place to go tell her?" asked Aunt Patsy. "Not a pusson," was Isham's decided answer.
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