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"The widow Pingree, from over Sharon way, she's so wasteful, I declare it makes my blood run cold to see her cuttin' and slashin' into good cloth; and Emerline Johnson she's so scantin', the menfolks all looks like scarecrows, with their legs and arms a-stickin' out. Mirandy's got faculty."
Well, don't fall off Apache pertendin' you're so polite you can't spit." "What you sore about, Brand?" "I was thinkin' what a slashin' string of riders we got. Here a little old ranch like the Oro says they'll give a hoss to any Moonstoner what kin stay on him for two minutes. It's plumb sickenin'. Kids! Jest kids, on this ranch." "That so?
Oh, it was bully seein' 'em roll round on the stage, cuttin' and slashin' at each other." "And which got the best of it?" "At first the Demon seemed to be ahead, but at last the young Baron got him down, and struck a dagger into his heart, sayin', 'Die, false and perjured villain! The dogs shall feast upon thy carcass! and then the Demon give an awful howl and died.
Some of the other chaps took Dirk's side, swearin' that they'd seen Chips chatin', and in two two's, sir, all hands had their knives out, and we was cuttin' and slashin' at each other loike loike sodgers on a field of battle!" "Are there any hurt beside Tom, Mike, and yourself?" I asked, too completely dazed with the sudden horror of the thing to look at more than one side of it for the moment.
"'I'll teach you, he said, 'you villain, to throw a child into the water arter that fashin. And he turned to, and at it agin, as hard as he could lay on. I believe in my soul he would have nearly killed me, if it hadn't a been for a great big nigger wench he had, called Rose. My! what a slashin' large woman, that was; half horse, half alligator, with a cross of the mammoth in her.
"'Look-a-hyar, man! he says, 'you want to see a colt what am a colt? "'How far? I says. "'No ways at all, jus' over yondah, says the nigger. "'Lead me to it, I say to him, 'n' he takes me over to a long lane with paddocks down each side of it. All the paddocks is empty but two. In the first one is the ole mare, Mary Goodloe; 'n' next to her is a slashin' big chestnut colt.
"'Den Brer Rabbit, he holler back, he did: I'm a gitten me out a roas'n-piece, sezee. "'Roas'n, er bakin', er fryin', sez Brer Fox, sezee, 'don't git too nigh de haslett, sezee. "Dey cut en dey kyarved, en dey kyarved en dey cut, en w'iles dey wuz cuttin' en kyarvin', en slashin' 'way, Brer Rabbit, he tuck'n hacked inter de haslett, en wid dat down fell de cow dead.
"They started to plow this morning, but it is still most too wet." "Was Millie at home?" Guinea asked. "I think so, but I suppose you know that Chid isn't." "Never mind that," the old man spoke up. "Leave all cuttin' and slashin' to folks that ain't no kin to each other. You've been to dinner, have you, Alf? Well, hitch the mare to the buckboard and go with this gentleman over to old Perdue's."
"Yes, I probably shall, Ann. It will save you a little work, and there are plenty of servants at Killimaga." He went down the walk to the street. Ann looked after him, the rebuke forgotten. "Savin' me work, is it? Faith, he ought to be thinkin' of savin' his pinnies, slashin' thim around to the likes of McCarthy."
To hear d' Edelweiss people talk you'd t'ink dey licked d' daylights out of d' other slobs, but somehow I got next to d' fact dat dem other fellows captured de city an' went after a slashin' big war indemnity. I don't know much 'bout it, an' maybe I'm clear off but I t'ink d' Graustark army was trashed. Every t'ing is prosperous now, dough, an' you'd never know dere'd been a war.
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