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"It's your brand." Dan's eyes were still averted. "Sure it's my brand. There's no need for more than two eyes to see that." McLagan's quirt again began to beat his boot-leg. Jim understood the temper lying behind that nervous movement. He felt sick. "Wher' d'ye keep your brands?" "There's one here and one up in the hills, in my little implement shack, where I run my cattle.
He got drownded in Febrerry fell outen his boat, seems so, an' we got him, but we never got the boat. Couldn't figger wher' she had got to. He was down harbor when 't happent. Cur'ous tide-racks 'round here." "Whose is she, then?" Ken asked. "Any widows or orphans?" "Nary widder," said the harbor-master, chewing tobacco reflectively. "No kin. Finders keepers. B'longs to you, I reckon.
"Well now yer know thet ther scripter says cussed be Canyon, least wise thets the way Brother Melvin splained hit tother night, cussed be Canyon means cussed be Niggers." "Now Teck Pervis, wher is yer proof thet the scripter ment Nigger? I aint rusty un ther scripter ef I am er gittin ole."
And thei dwell vpon the floude Boristhenes, about the place wher it becometh first saileable. This people when thei haue receiued it, trenche out a square plotte in the ground very wide and large.
Ma looked a little scornful. Rube was certainly lacking in duplicity. "Say, Rube, you ain't a bit smarter than when you courted me. I jest want that gal to think it's mighty bad." "Eh?" Rube stared. Ma was getting impatient. "I guess you never could see a mile from your own nose, Rube; you're that dull an' slow wher' gals is concerned. I'll write this letter in my own way.
C. being still firm in the beleif that the N. Fork was the Missouri and that which we ought to take; they said very cheerfully that they were ready to follow us any wher we thought proper to direct but that they still thought that the other was the river and that they were affraid that the South fork would soon termineate in the mountains and leave us at a great distance from the Columbia.
Langdale's statement is confirmed by Dachmont, who affirmed to Burnet, that "on fryday before Preston the duke read to Douchel and him a letter he had from Langdale, telling how the enemy had rendesvoused at Oatley and Oatley Park, wher Cromwell was," See a letter from Burnet to Turner in App. to Turner's Memoirs, 251.
"Wher' did you hear of the prospect?" Bill demanded shrewdly. But little Vada broke in. Her interest had been diverted by the word prospect. "Wot's 'prospect'?" she demanded. Bill laughed without any change of expression. "Prospect is wher' you expect to find gold," he explained carefully. The child's eyes widened, and she was about to speak. Then she hesitated, but finally she proceeded.
They could not have been very different; the place could hardly have been much wilder, and there was the "creeke hardby wher they lay," the hapless women and children, in their boat "at lowwater," while the evening came on, no doubt, just as it was doing with us, the weather clearing, and the sunset glassy and cold.
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