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"Reck'n he's good enough if there's none better," David replied dispassionately. "And wha should there be better? Tell me that, ye muckle gowk." David smiled. "Eh, but that'd be long tellin', he said. "And what wad ye mean by that?" his father cried. "Nay; I was but thinkin' that Mr. Moore's Bob'll look gradely writ under yon." He pointed to the vacant space below Red Wull's name.
And Si's big eyes opened with wonder and fear at the thought that whatever it was he had "got 'em." "I suppose," continued the Captain, "you would like to know the scientific name?" "I reck'n that'll do 's well 's any." "Well, sir, that is a Pediculus. That's a Latin word, but it's his name." "Purty big name fer such a leetle bug, ain't it, Perfessor?" observed Si.
Maybe you right, my frien's settin' down by de do', an' my frien's leanin' 'gins' de choir banisters, an' I ain' gwine say no mo'. I was lookin' fur you ter come up wid some sort o' wheel, an' maybe a silver wheel ter match dat watch-chain hangin' out'n yo' waistcoat-pocket; but maybe you right! "When a man set still an' say nothin' while de voice is a callin' I reck'n he knows what he's a-doin'.
I asked, as I scratched away. "Daid, I reck'n!" and he blew away the peach-stone dust which had accumulated in the folds of his greasy vest. "Yes, I see it is dead. What killed it?" "Oh! just gone daid sort o' nat'ral daith, I reck'n." We had a pretty view this morning, three or four miles below Augusta, from the top of a tree-denuded Kentucky hill, some two hundred and fifty feet high.
"Why, Majo' Gyarnit, I reck'n an' Mr. Ravenel, seein' he's the Djuke o' Suez p-he!" March let his hand accept a soiled document, saying, "Well, he's not Duke of me. Just leave me this. I'll either mail it to you or see you again. Good-by." The title of the document as indorsed on it was: "The Suez and Three Counties Transportation, Immigration, Education, Navigation, and Construction Co."
If ye can't go a great ways under kiver o' the night, I reck'n we kin put enough o' parairia atween us an' these Injuns to make sure agin thar spyin' us in the mornin'. So let's start south-eastart, an' try for the sources o' the Red. Thur's that ole beauty o' the North Star that's been my friend an' guide many's the good time.
They cannot have more than four hours the start. You say the creek has a winding course?" "Crooked as a coon's hind leg." "And the Obion?" "Most part the same. It curls through the bottom like the tail o' a cur-dog; an' nigher the Massissippy, it don't move faster than a snail 'ud crawl. I reck'n the run o' the river 'll not help 'em much.
Poor Frank, I reck'n I'll find him on t'other side, his body mangled in the same way. Darn it, 't air kewrous, too. 'Twar on this side he laid down to git shade from the sun. I seed him squat whiles I war walkin' away. The sun ain't hot enuf yit to a druv him to westward o' the bush, though thar for sartin he must be. What's the use o' my stannin' shilly-shally hyar?
What's sauce for the goose, air likewise sauce for the gander. Yur pencil, ef ye please? I ain't much o' a scholart; but I reck'n I kin write my name. Hyur goes!" Spreading out the paper on the top of a stump, he slowly scribbled his name below mine; and then, holding the leaf before my eyes, pointed to the signature but without saying a word.
"One er dem big cat-tail-lookin' mullen-stalks would grow in heah, Mars Tom, I reck'n, but she wouldn't be wuth half de trouble she'd coss." "Don't you believe it. We'll fetch you a little one and you plant it in the corner over there, and raise it. And don't call it mullen, call it Pitchiola that's its right name when it's in a prison. And you want to water it with your tears."
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