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The gal he found over thar in Big Fox Valley favors ye ez close ez two black-eyed peas. That's why he married her. She looks precisely like ye useter look. An' she laffs the same. An' I reckon she 'ain't hed no call ter quit laffin', 'kase he air a powerful easy-goin' man. Leastways, he useter be when we-uns knowed him." "That ain't no sign," said Eugenia.
We got information in this way whether any tunnel had been successfully opened during the night. The use of hounds furnished us a crushing reply to the ever recurring Rebel question: "Why are you-uns puttin' niggers in the field to fight we-uns for?" The questioner was always silenced by the return interrogatory: "Is that as bad as running white men down with blood hounds?"
Keep that woman here! It's too late to send her back." The boy-major saluted, then turned to the girl again: "Who are you?" he asked, vexed. She seemed unable to reply. A cannoneer said respectfully: "Reckon the li'l gal's jes' natch'ally skeered o' we-uns, Major, seein' how the caval'y ketched her paw down thar in the crick."
Only old Jason seemed capable of rising to the situation. For barely an instant he floundered, and then his small eyes began to twinkle, his voice held a rippling, unctuous quality as he laid his hand on Henley's arm. "Oh, you mean little Alf," he faltered. "Why, he's he's in thar asleep on the bed. We-uns the last one of us 'lowed you'd raise big objections.
Bob winked at the Colonel, who replied with another warning look. "'Course they hev a language. They talk jest like we-uns do, but 'thout so many words.
"And because they can't use the niggers do they say that we-uns musn't use 'em nuther?" demanded Jeff, angrily. "That's it exactly," said Rodney. "They are dogs in the manger. They can't eat the hay themselves and they won't let the critters eat it." Although the wood-choppers didn't quite understand this, it was plain enough to the Barrington boy that they were impressed by his words.
"Look a hyar, young feller," said the woman, with considerable vinegar in her tone, "p'raps you-uns-all thinks it's right smart to insult we-uns; it shows how yer wuz broughten up. I don't 'low yer ever seed any nicer dog-g-goned pies 'n them is. Ye needn't try ter argify 'long 'th me, fur I kin jest knock the spots off'n any woman there is 'round here in cookin'."
Got 'em fixed up at Jacksonville." O'Toole and Russell handed him their paroles, which he said were all right. He asked for mine. I turned my pockets out, looked in my hat, and said: "I must er dropped mine in camp, but 'tis just the same as theirn." He asked who was ashore. I told him, "There's more of we-uns b'iling some turtle-eggs for dinner.
Hil'ry he tuk a look at Lee-yander whenst he wanted ter kem an' work along o' we-uns, 'kase his folks wanted ter take him away from the Sudleys.
Her voice had sunk to a whisper. Another exchange of glances. "Wa'al, ma'am, jes gin us the favor of a light by yer fire, an' we-uns 'll find him."
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