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He sails this whole bay, and maybe he's run them niggers to Washin'ton, or to Norfolk, an' sold 'em south. It ain' no use to foller him to either of them places, if he has, with the wind an' start he's got, and your pappy's influence lost to us by his absence. But thar is one chance to overhaul the thief." "What is that, James?" said Vesta, earnestly.
He's shorely the high kyard; thar never is that drug-sharp in the cow country in my day who's fit to pay for Peets' whiskey. Scientific an' eddicated to a feather aige, Peets is. "You-all oughter heard him lay for one of them cliff-climbin', bone-huntin' stone c'llectors who comes out from Washin'ton for the Gov'ment.
Now let's think where we'll go. Niagara Falls, hey? You always wanted to go to the Falls." "No, Daniel." "No? Well, then, how about Washin'ton? We'll see the President, and the monument, and the Smithsonian Museum, and Congress we'll see ALL the curiosities and relics. We'll go to " "Don't, Daniel. It makes me tired out just to hear about them. I couldn't stand all that." "Course you couldn't!
With a plenteous supply of Southern idioms she succeeded in making them understand that the major had promised to let her visit friends in the legation at St. Petersburg in April a month or so after the departure of the Lorrys. "He wanted to know where I'd rather spend the Spring Washin'ton or Lexin'ton, and I told him St. Petersburg.
Old Doctor Hurlbut's pretty low, ninety-four year old, born in '67, folks ain't ginerally very spry after they're ninety, but he held out wonderful." "How's Mr. Bradshaw?" "Well, the young squire, he's off travellin' somewhere in the West, or to Washin'ton, or somewhere else, I don't jestly know where. They say that he's follerin' up the courts in the business about old Malachi's estate.
I was sittin' on a bar'l in front of Pat McKibbin's store, corner of Washin'ton and streets. I was watchin' the bar'l, yer Honor, becos Pat McKibbin had some of 'em stole lately, ye see." "Could yer swear to him, Mr. O'Dougherty?" "Could I shwear to me own mother? Hivin rest her sowl! Bedad, I shud know him a thousan' years from now. Didn't he shtop and light his siggar at me poipe?
"Don't you fret," put in Bob Johnson "he ain't goin' to no Washin'ton." The other two agreed, and Hal ventured again, "He says you stuff the ballot-boxes." "What do you suppose his crowd is doin' in the cities? We got to meet 'em some way, ain't we?" "Oh, I see," said Hal, naively. "You stuff them worse!" "Sometimes we stuff the boxes, and sometimes we stuff the voters."
""I regyards this event as a vict'ry for Jackson an' principle," says my grandfather, as he's called on to proceed with his oration, "an' I'd like to say in that connection, if Henry Clay will count his spoons when he next comes sneakin' home from Washin'ton, he'll find he's short Spence Witherspoon."
"Oh, by the way, what are 'ructions'?" inquired the guest of supercilious temperament. Washin'ton, D.C.?" "Certainly." "P'litical centre o' the United States of Ameriky?" "Why, yes." "An' you don't know what ructions be!" Loud laughter greeted this sally; only the man who had been in California sat moody, his basilisk eye fixed upon me.
"Thar's traits dominant among Injuns which it wouldn't lower the standin' of a white man if he ups an' imitates a whole lot. I once encounters a savage one of these blanket Injuns with feathers in his ha'r an' bein' idle an' careless of what I'm about, I staggers into casyooal talk with him. This buck's been East for the first time in his darkened c'reer an' visited the Great Father in Washin'ton.
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