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I was a-bilin'! I says: "'I lay I MAKE you mine! "En wid dat I fetch' her a slap side de head dat sont her a-sprawlin'. Den I went into de yuther room, en 'uz gone 'bout ten minutes; en when I come back dah was dat do' a-stannin' open YIT, en dat chile stannin' mos' right in it, a-lookin' down and mournin', en de tears runnin' down. My, but I WUZ mad!

En Mars Dugal' made 'nuff money off'n Henry ter buy anudder plantation ober on Beaver Crick. "But long 'bout de een' er dat five year dey come a stranger ter stop at de plantation. De fus' day he 'uz dere he went out wid Mars Dugal' en spent all de mawnin' lookin' ober de vimya'd, en atter dinner dey spent all de evenin' playin' kya'ds.

"A robber too!" exclaimed Nulty, "that's more of his parjury to'ards uz. Bartle Flanagan, you're a thraitor, and you'll get a thraitor's death afore you're much oulder. He's not fit to be among us," added Alick, addressing himself to both parties, "an' the truth is, if we don't hang or settle him, he'll some day hang us."

I went into de woods en jedged I wouldn' fool wid raffs no mo', long as dey move de lantern roun' so. I had my pipe en a plug er dog-leg, en some matches in my cap, en dey warn't wet, so I 'uz all right." "And so you ain't had no meat nor bread to eat all this time? Why didn't you get mud-turkles?" "How you gwyne to git 'm?

"But why should you want to keep me out of it?" "Well, sir, fer one thing," said Blue Dave, shifting about on his feet uneasily, "you look so much like my young marster w'at died in Perginny. En den dat day w'en de speckerlater put me up on de block, you 'uz settin' dar straddle er yo' pony, en you 'lowed dat he oughter be 'shame er hisse'f fer ter chain me up dat a-way." "Oh, I remember.

Belfast uz a bug sutty, Jummy, an' how would ye be findun' your way? 'By way o' me tongue, says Jummy; 'I'd be askun' the folk I met. 'I told ye ut was sumple, says your father. 'Ut's the very same way my Donald finds the road tull Voloparaiso.

There was some minutes' silence after this eloquent outbreak of Andy's mother, which was broken at last by Andy uttering a long sigh and an ejaculation. "Och? it's a fine thing to be a gintleman," said Andy. "Cock you up!" said his mother. "Maybe it's a gintleman you want to be; what puts that in your head, you omadhaun?" "Why, because a gintleman has no hardships, compared with one of uz.

I was kind of just sitting around this afternoon, and I didn't know I was thinking about anything at all very much, and then all of a sudden I said it to myself out loud. It was about as strange a thing as I ever knew of. Don't YOU think so?" "Ess. It uz dest WEIRD!" she answered. "What ARE dat pitty names?" "I called you," said William, huskily and reverently, "I called you 'My Baby-Talk Lady."

"But I didn' have no luck. When we 'uz mos' down to de head er de islan' a man begin to come aft wid de lantern, I see it warn't no use fer to wait, so I slid overboard en struck out fer de islan'. Well, I had a notion I could lan' mos' anywhers, but I couldn't bank too bluff. I 'uz mos' to de foot er de islan' b'fo' I found' a good place.

"Then wull you be thunkun' thot God thot directs the stars un their courses, an' tull whose mighty foot the world uz but a footstool, wull you be thunkun' thot He wull take a spite again' Margaret Henan an' send a bug wave off the Cape tull wash her son un tull eternity, all because she was for namun' hum Samuel?" "But why Samuel?" I asked. "An' thot I dinna know. I wantud ut so."