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He finished his meal, then looked on until Rouletta leaned back with regretful satisfaction; thereupon he broke out: "Wal, I got more s'prise for you." "You you can't surprise a toad, and I feel just like one. Isn't food good?" Now Rouletta had learned much about this big woodsman's peculiarities; among other things she had discovered that he took extravagant delight in his so-called "s'prises."

They've taken on superior airs. You couldn't reach up to Monty with a trimmed spruce pole. An' Link wal, he's just amazin' scornful. "'It's a swell game, ain't it? says Link, powerful sarcastic. 'Wal, what's hurtin' you low-down common cowmen? You keep harpin' on Monty's game leg an' on my game leg. If we hed good legs we'd beat you all the wuss. It's brains that wins in gol-lof.

I niver seed a bit o' animal paintin' to beat t' copy as Orth'ris made of Rip's marks, wal t' picter itself was snarlin' all t' time an' tryin' to get at Rip standin' theer to be copied as good as goold. Orth'ris allus hed as mich conceit on himsen as would lift a balloon, an' he wor so pleeased wi' his sham Rip he wor for tekking him to Mrs. DeSussa before she went away.

"No, Dad, I never was for Sage King, else I wouldn't wear red to-day." "Child, you sure mean to run in this race the big one?" "Sure and certain." "Wal, the only bitter drop in my cup to-day will be seein' you get beat. But if you ran second I'll give you a present thet'll make the purse look sick." Even the Indian chiefs were smiling.

"What is the weather going to be, Captain Leezur?" I said, following his gaze skyward. "Wal, I put on my new felts," said he, indicating without any false assumption of modesty those chaste sepulchres enclosing his feet "hopin' 'twould fetch a rain! said I didn't care ef I did spot my new felts ef 'twould only fetch a rain!

"Wal, thar is no use figgerin' on it any longer tew-night. Let's git back intew our blankets; an' maybe we can see things clearer in th' mornin'. It's tew tarnel dark even tew think," and Ham laid down on his blanket and rolled himself up in it and refused to have another word to say about the mystery that night. "Reckon Ham is right," Mr.

This was an unexpected shout from the heart of the fog, and after the shout came a black boat, and in it was a man dressed like a fisherman. He wore a "sou'wester" and a striped woolen shirt, also big cow-hide boots that came above the knees of his pants. "Where are we?" asked Will. "Anywhere near Wherren's wharf?" "Where are you? Wal, it is safe to say in a gin'ral way that you are in the river."

I didn't s'pose any of 'em was within miles of us, but it's easy to be mistaken. "Wal, to make a long story short we didn't any of us go to sleep; the boys laughed at what I said, but the way the lieutenant acted showed 'em he believed me, and that was enough. The Apaches come down on us that night and wiped out two of the boys.

"Jack's sick," he remarked, presently. "Indeed," replied Columbine. "Yes. He said it was the drinkin' he's not accustomed to. Wal, I reckon it was what you called him. He didn't take much store on what I called him, which was wuss.... I tell you, lass, Jack's set his heart so hard on you thet it's turrible."

"I don't think it was any wonder we was gettin' discouraged," said another now resuscitated voice. "Zely had the last one, and Fluke for devilment gets a lot of the Artichokes over early ter help the cause. Wal, you might know there wa'n't no beans left for the Capers and Basins, and Zely was dreadful mortified, for there was several Crooked Rivers."