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Looking around, Fanny saw her father, who had been a silent spectator of the scene, and now came forward laughing heartily at his would-be son-in-law. "Pretty well done, Sunshine," said he. "Let’s see, how many offers does this make? Thar’s Joe’s one, the doctor’s two; Yankee Carmeron’s three; and lubberin’ Bill Jeffrey’s four, and you not quite eighteen. That’ll do; that’ll do!"
So the next hour was spent in gossiping with all the blacks which could be found lounging round the streets. Suddenly one of the negroes called out, "Ho, Rondeau! Thar’s yer old marster Lace comin’. You’d better cut stick for home, or he’ll be in yer har."
In a moment he entered the room, and commenced pulling the letters from his pocket, saying, "I’ve got a heap this time, marster." He then laid them one by one on the marble dressing table, counting them as he did so; "Thar’s one, thar’s two, thar’s three, thar’s four." "Stop counting them, can’t you, and give me all you have directly," said Dr.
I s’pose they’ve told you all about Josh, so I needn’t make b’lieve any—but come in—the house looks better inside than it does out." "Ho, Luce," continued he, "where the old boy is your mistress? Tell her thar’s heaps of folks here, and mind tell Aunt Judy to get us up a whalin’ dinner." Here he stopped to take breath for a moment, and then proceeded.
But a lot o’ them officers now—they come out here wi’ biggety idears ’bout how t’ handle Injuns, thinkin’ they knows all thar’s t’ be knowed ’bout fightin’—an’ them never facin’ up to a Comanche in war paint, let alone huntin’ ’Paches. ’Paches, they know this here country like it was part o’ their own bodies—can say ’Howdy-an’-how’s-all-th’-folks, bub?’ t’ every lizard an’ snake in th’ rocks.
"Me, I’ve been trailin’ round this here country since th’ moon was two-bit size. An’ I ain’t set my moccasins on all o’ it yet. Thar’s parts maybe even an Injun ain’t seed neither. You jus’ outta th’ army, son?" Drew nodded. Apparently he could not escape that part of his past, and there was no reason to deny it. "Iffen you be huntin’ a job—Don Cazar, he’s always ready to hire on wagon guards.
When he caught sight of the occupants of the carriage he thought to himself, "Thar’s a heap on ’em. Nancy’ll have to rout the whole gang of niggers, field hands and all, to huntin’ hin’s nests after eggs enough for dinner." By this time the gentlemen had alighted, and Mr. Middleton went forward to receive them. "How d’ye do, how d’ye do?" said he; "I’m mighty glad you’ve come.
Wilmot handed him the paper, and he went on: "Thar’s ten scholars at eight dollars—that makes eighty; then thar’s five at eleven dollars, and fifty-five and eighty makes a hundred and thirty-five; then thar’s five more at fifteen dollars; five times fifteen; five times five is twenty-five—seventy-five dollars;—seventy-five and a hundred and thirty-five;—five and five is ten, one to seven is eight, eight and three is eleven—two hundred and ten dollars!
Why, here’s this infernal old shell of a house wants filling up, and thar’s heaps of horses and niggers lounging round with nothing to do; then I’ve plenty of potatoes, bacon and corn meal—and such fare as we have you’re welcome to, without a dollar and a half, or even a cent and a half." Mr. Wilmot remonstrated at receiving so much at Mr.
Thar’s many a man, not as good as you, judging by your looks, has had a hearing in his day; but, however, I haint heard of you by the papers. As I was coming home last night I got along to old man Edson’s, and I seen him swarin’ and tarin’ round so says I, ’Ho, old man, what’s the row?’ ’Oh,’ says he, ’that you, Middleton? Nuff’s the row.
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