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"Many a night me an' Caleb Clark slep' out this way on this very crick when them fields was solid bush. Do ye know how to make a bed?" "Don't know a thing," and Sam winked at Yan. "Show us." "I'll show ye the rale thing. Where's the axe?" "Haven't any," said Yan. "There's a big tomahawk and a little tomahawk." Raften grinned, took the big "tomahawk" and pointed to a small Balsam Fir.
"Can't sleep, can't sleep," said Aunt Peggy; "aint slep none dese two, three nights; lays awake lookin at de moon; sees people a lookin in de winder at me, people as I aint seen since I come from Guinea; hears strange noises I aint never heard in dis country, aint never hearn sence I come from Guinea." "All notions," said Phillis. "If you go to sleep, you'll forget them all."
"But the parson, he slep' on't, and then didn't do it: he only come out next Sunday with a tip-top sermon on the 'Riginal Cuss' that was pronounced on things in gineral, when Adam fell, and showed how every thing was allowed to go contrary ever since. There was pig-weed, and pusley, and Canady thistles, cut-worms, and bag-worms, and canker-worms, to say nothin' of rattlesnakes.
Ah, but I've lived easy in the meantime; never denied myself o' nothing heart desires, and slep' soft and ate dainty all my days, but when at sea. And how did I begin? Before the mast, like you!" "Well," said the other, "but all the other money's gone now, ain't it? You daren't show face in Bristol after this." "Why, where might you suppose it was?" asked Silver derisively.
Cried ever' time one was douced, an' I had to fetch him away. In our Methodist meetin's he seemed to git worked up an' pervoked, some way. An' the Presbyterians, he didn't take no stock in them at all. Ricollect, one Sunday the preacher, he preached a mighty powerful disco'se on the doctrine o' lost infants not 'lected to salvation an' Sonny? Why, he slep' right thoo it.
"No wonder I dremp' ol' Mis' Meredy was twins!" he screamed. "Why, h-h-honey," he was nearly splitting his old sides "why, honey, I ain't seen a thing but these two swingin' pitchers all night. They've been dancin' before me them an' what seemed like a pair o' ol' Mis' Meredys, an' between 'em all I ain't slep' a wink." "N-n-either have I. An' I dremp' about ol' Mis' M-m-m-eredy, too.
A rough but clean towel hung across the board wall of the well, while a fresh bucket of water stood on the shelf inside, its chain hanging limply from the towering end of the "h'isting pole." As he completed his ablutions, the darkey boy approached. "Good morning, Zachariah," he spluttered, over the edge of the towel. "Did you sleep well?" "No, suh, Marse Kenneth, Ah slep' powerful porely.
This was the thought in Sam's mind when he one day remarked, "Say, Yan, do you remember the night I slep' with the axe an' you with the hatchet?" The Indians had learned to meet and conquer all the petty annoyances of camp life, and so forgot them. Their daily routine was simplified. Their acquaintance with woodfolk and wood-ways had grown so fast that now they were truly at home.
Dey po'd water ober de mule, en tried ter sober 'im up; but it wa'n't no use, en 'Dolphus had ter take de beef home on his back, en leabe de mule dere, 'tel he slep' off 'is spree. "I doan 'member whe'r I tol' you er no, but w'en Primus disappear' fum de plantation, he lef' a wife behin' 'im, a monst'us good-lookin' yaller gal, name' Sally.
In the course of his life he had 'bin down to London a matter o' three or four times, he would tell me, 'an' slep' there once. He knew me to be a native of that city, and, for he was the most respectful of men, did not make any adverse criticism of it. But clearly it had not prepossessed him. Men and horses rather than cities were what he knew.