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"Now, you see, Tresler," he said huskily, for his voice was tired with sustained effort. "You're the remarkablest smart 'tenderfoot' that ever I see. Say, you're a right smart daddy an' I ain't given to latherin' soap-suds neither. But ther's suthin's I calc'late that no 'tenderfoot, smart as he may be, is goin' to locate right.
I sez to Twitt 'Suthin's goin' to 'appen' an' 'e sez in 'is fool way 'G'arn, old woman, suthin's allus a-'appenin' somewheres' then when Mister Reay looked in all smiles an' sez 'Good-mornin', Twitt! I'm goin' to marry Miss Mary Deane! Wish us joy! Twitt, 'e up an' sez, 'There's your suthin', old gel!
A slatternly woman was trying to soothe a little boy, who at all her attempts only writhed and shrieked the more. "I dunno what ails the young one," she said. "I found him a moment ago yellin' at the foot of a tree. Suthin's the matter with his leg."
Then he became impatient, then anxious, and finally seriously alarmed. "Suthin's happened," he declared. "Never knew Kiddie t' be late like this. Suthin's sure happened." "Say, now, d'you expect me t' ride a spick an' span, over-fed, highly decorated critter like that? My! I ain't entered for a horse show, Cully. I want a pony that can run without thinkin' of takin' prizes on points.
"Too much. And he's very shy." Seth nodded. He quite understood. "Guess suthin's movin'," he said, while he poured his coffee into his saucer and blew it. "I've thought so, too, and written to the colonel at the fort. What makes you think so?" "Can't say. Guess it's jest a notion." Seth paused. Then he went on before the other could put in a word. "Won't be just yet. Guess I'll git on."
"We kinder thought of suggesting it to you before," said Mr. Trigg slowly, "and that mebbe we've played this little game long enough for suthin's happened that's makin' it anything but funny. We'd have told you before, but we dassent! Speak out, Clint, and tell the president what we saw the other night, and don't mince matters." The president glanced quickly and warningly around him.
Suthin's upset 'em. 'Ow long will this ruddy war last, sir?" asked the soldier, slightly plaintive. "I know," I said. "It's filthy. But what about your old 'bus?" "Ah! what about 'er. She ain't 'arf 'ad a time. She's seen enough war to make a general want to go home and shell peas.
He lifted the child by them, laughing in undisguised pleasure to feel the substantial strain upon the garment. "Toler'ble survigrus," he declared, with his high chirp. His daughter suddenly sprang up with a pallid face and a pointing hand. "The winder!" she huskily cried "suthin's at the winder!"
Two! three! it went solemnly on, the mellow cadence scarcely dying before another stroke renewed it. The sexton was Simeon Pease, a little red-headed man, a hunchback, abnormally strong. Suddenly he rose in amazement. His face looked ashen. "Suthin's tollin' the bell!" he gasped. "The bell's a-tollin' an' I ain't there!" A new element of mystery and terror sprang to life.
Jim staggered, and 'most fell down. When he got his breath he says, gasping like a fish: "Mars Tom, hit's a GHOS', dat's what it is, en I hopes to goodness we ain't gwine to see it no mo'. Dey's BEEN a lake, en suthin's happened, en de lake's dead, en we's seen its ghos'; we's seen it twiste, en dat's proof.
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