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"Calculated to." "Any news?" "Nary." "What's become of that What's-his-name baby you was a-tellin' about? The one that lost his ma and was bein' cared for by neighbors?" "Nothin' hain't become of him. Calc'late he'll be took to a institution." "Um! Likely-lookin' two-year-old, was he? Take note of any blemishes?" "I hear tell by them that knows as how he was sound in wind and limb."
He spoke, as some birds fly, in jerks, intermixing his words, for he never completed a whole sentence, with um um and ending it with "so on," leaving his hearers to supply the context from the heads of his discourse.
"You no bin know um that one, eh? Him Boss Stobart. Big fella drover. Him bin walk about this country since me little fella. Him big fella drover all right, altogether, quite." The "big fella" drover rode over to the cattle and, instead of starting them due south along the Great North Stock Route, he gave them a drink at Horseshoe Bend troughs and then set out west.
Twenty to one on the favourite! I'm your man! Now then, ma'am; hurry up, don't keep the coach waiting! Give 'um their 'eds, Bill! So long! Ta-ra-ra, boom-di-ay! God save the King!"
Just then, however, my heart seemed to give a great jump; for without a sound the black was alongside again, touching my leg, and then gliding up till his lips were level with my ear. "Boss Val 'sleep um?" "Asleep!" I whispered back indignantly. "No." "Um!" he whispered. "Joeboy been very long way. No wagon there. Now go this way." "No, no!" I whispered back.
For Tom had recognized him as one of the three mysterious persons in the restaurant, and as for the man, he had also recognized Tom. "Ah er um is Why, it's you, isn't it?" cried the questioner, and he thrust his head farther out from between the curtains. "My, what a storm!" he exclaimed as the rain increased. "So you know Mr. Swift, eh? I saw you to-day in Mansburg, I think.
Seems to me, sir, if the book is missing, you'd better ask that 'someone' about it." "Um; yes; maybe." Mr. Daley blinked embarrassedly. "I er I thought that perhaps you had brought down your French composition and had possibly, in leaving, taken up Upton's book with your own by mistake. You er you're quite sure that didn't happen, Edwards?"
But how did you come to send me that message about the butter? Man, that is one of my favorite sayings the choking the cat thing! How did you know that? I never said it to you." "Oh, it is an old saying. I have heard it often; and it did seem to fit in this case. I imagined you would understand and appreciate." "Um yes," dryly. "I appreciated all right.
Before leaving, however, she shook hands with the chief, and turning to his wife, said: "I want to thank the chief for giving medicine to heal my father." "You fadder?" asked the woman in surprise. "Yes, the missionary got it. My father was very sick, and it made him better. You tell chief that?" "Me tell um by um by. Me glad." Suddenly she added: "You all same Clistin?"
"It vas not goot to give a poy too pig a name; t-makes um prout ven da grows up," he said. It was finally agreed that the young gentleman should be called Titus Bright, after the little ruddy-faced inn-keeper.
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