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The men of the Second Brigade were already swarming across on the logs, while looking backward Si and Shorty could see the road filling up with teams. They ran down to the lead mules and caught them by the bridles and tried to pull them ahead. They might as well have pulled at the giant sycamore trees growing along the banks. Everybody now began to take an interest in the affair.
"Fellers," he said, gravely, as he seated himself in the Deacon's chair, understanding the importance of his position, "we've got to do something to get ahead of the girls, an' I go in for havin' each one say what he thinks is best. After that we can pick out a plan. Now, what do you think we ought to do, Si?"
His pen was of iron, and his heart was of granite. He was as insensible to the existence of wife and baby as if he had never paid a house bill, nor rushed from a nursery at the sound of an infant squall. O blessed privilege of Authorship! "O testudinis aureae Dulcem quae strepitum, Pieri, temperas! O mutis quoque piscibus Donatura cyeni, si libeat, sonum!"
When we got to the guard-house they tuk all the rest of his money away, shaved his head, and drummed him out o' camp." "Yes, we saw that," answered Si; "but didn't pay no attention to it. They're drummin' some feller out o' camp nearly every day, for something or other." "I don't see that it does any good," said Shorty. "It'd be a heap better to set 'em to work on the fortifications.
To be messenger of this good news would be bliss; what prevents it is a blister." The crowd laughed boisterously. "Mister," said one of the Kentuckians who accompanied them, with that peculiar drawling inflection of the word that it were hopeless to attempt to represent in print, "ef ye want ter send some one in yer places me an' Si heah will be powerful glad ter go.
Bentley dramatically, "is Young Si. He's the mystery. Last spring, just when the herring struck in, a young chap suddenly appeared at the Point. He appeared from what corner of the globe nobody hain't ever been able to make out.
You are Cimarrones, are you not?" "Si, senor, si," answered the black; "we are Cimarrones; and perhaps our chief may be able to tell you what you wish to know about Nombre. Will you come to our village? It lies yonder."
"Bigger mark; and if you git the hoss you git the man." The squad made a rush for the fence, but as the leader crossed the line Si had drawn on the persimmon tree through his sights, his musket cracked, and the horse reared and fell over in the mud. Shorty broke the shoulder of the next horse, and the rider had to jump off. "Bully shots, boys. Do it again," shouted the Captain of Co.
Deinde qui minus gravis esset eis senectus, si octingentesimum annum agerent, quam si octogesimum?
The Deacon looked at the entrance, and said: "I declare, if there isn't that owner o' this nigger waitin' for us." "That so?" said Si, turning his eyes in that direction. "And he's got some officers with him. There's some officers jest mean enough to help these rebels ketch their niggers. I'd like to knock their addled heads off."
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