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The first pitch is nigh two hundred feet, and the water looks like flakes of driven snow afore it touches the bottom; and there the stream gathers itself together again for a new start, and maybe flutters over fifty feet of flat rock before it falls for another hundred, when it jumps about from shelf to shelf, first turning this-away and then turning that-away, striving to get out of the hollow, till it finally comes to the plain.
They'd git out and tear up every foot of this heah cussed railroad track, an' throw it back into the cane. That's whut they'd do." "Sho' now, would you?" said Jim Bowles. "Shore I would. You got to do it if things keeps on this-away." "Well, we couldn't, lessen Cunnel Blount said it was all right, you know. The Cunnel was the friend of the road through these heah bottoms.
Ross slammed "Roughing It" on the floor. "When you're snowbound this-away you want tragedy, I guess. Humor just seems to bring out all your cussedness. You read a man's poor, pitiful attempts to be funny and it makes you so nervous you want to tear the book up, get out your bandana, and have a good, long cry."
"I'm glad to hear this, Pigeonswing, for I had begun to think NO man's scalp was safe under YOUR fingers. But what can the so'ger be doing down this-away? A body would think there was business enough for all the so'gers up at the garrison, at the head of the lake. By the way, Pigeonswing, what has become of your letter to the captain at Fort Dearborn, to let him know of the war?"
"I've got ter know what's up, afore I throw open this yere hotel to yer free use this-away. As a gineral thing I ain't 'round huntin' trouble I reckon yer know that but this yere affair beats me. What was it yer said about Bill Lacy?" "He's under arrest, charged with cattle-stealing, abduction, conspiracy, and about everything else on the calendar.
Yu sneak out this-away, meetin' this spindle-shank, no-'count States greenie who hain't sense enough to swing a bull whip an' ain't man enough to draw a gun? I've told yu an' I'm done tellin' yu. Now yu git. I've stood yore fast an' loose plenty. I mean business. Git! Whar yu'll be safe. I'll not hold off much longer." "You threaten me?"
"I reckon ez how 'tis t'other way 'round; we're sort o' camping on the redcoats' trail, ez I allow. Ain't we, Chief, hey?" The Catawba's assent was a guttural "Wah!" and Ephraim Yeates went on to explain. "Ye see, 'tis this-away.
"Are yu in the habit of payin' early mornin' calls to this here corral?" persisted Mr. Cassidy, playing with the gun. "Ya-as. That's my business I'm th' captain of the vigilantes." "That's too bad," sympathized Mr. Cassidy, moving forward a step. Mr. Travennes looked put out and backed off. "What yu mean, stickin' me up this-away?" He asked indignantly. "Yu needn't go an' get mad," responded Mr.
"Gloriously. Like a stone." "Run?" Head on the other side. "If there's any one after me." "Ride? Every one rides down this-away, you know." A sudden vague passion mouthed at Garrison's heart. "Ride?" he echoed, eyes far away. "I I think so." "Only think so! Humph!" She swung a restless foot. "Can't you do anything?" "Well," critically. "I think I can eat, and sleep " "And talk nonsense.
Cornelia, who, though mild and serene, was possessed of firmness and a sense of justice, would have had the matter fairly settled. "He ort not to cut up this-away, John," she urged. "He ort to take his little plate and behave hisse'f; 'r else he ort to be spanked, he really ort, John, in jestice to the child" But John was of another mould. "Law, Cornely! Hit's jest baby-doin's.
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