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"Yer got no lan', yer got no cash, Yer only got some debts; Yer couldn't take de bankrupt law 'Cos ye hain't got no 'assets. De chillen dey mus' hev dere bread; De mudder's gettin' ole, So darkey, you mus' skirmish roun' An' pay up on yer poll." "Den jes fork up de little tax, etc. "Yer know's yer's wuked dis many a year.
"I'm sure I don't know. One o' Mr. Ware's?" "I should tink not, honey; not edzackly now. Dat ar mule b'longs ter me Nimbus! D'yer h'yer dat, 'Liab?" "No! Yer don't tell me? Bless de Lord, Nimbus, yer's a fortunit man. Yer fortin's made, Nimbus.
Ef yer ebber pegs out h'yer at Red Wing, Bre'er Nimbus, all yer's got ter du is jes ter come up on de Kentry Line whar folks libs. Jes you look o' dar, will yer?" he continued, extending a slender arm ending in a skinny hand, the widely parted fingers of which seemed like talons, while the upturned palm was worn smooth and was of a yellowish, pallid white about the fingers' ends.
Stiles is clear dat dis yer's a-fulfillin' de prophecies and bringin' in de fulness of de Gentiles." "Fulness of de fiddlesticks!" said Candace, irreverently.
De church an' school-house up dar on de knoll; Nimbus' house jes about a hundred yards furder on, 'cross de road; an' on de side ob de hill de 'backer-barn; you a teachin' an' a preachin' an' Nimbus makin' terbacker, an' Gena a-takin' comfort on de porch, an' de young uns gittin' larnin'! Wh-o-o-p! Bre'er 'Liab, yer's a great man, shuah!"
That home-returning infant painfully disengaged himself, his slate, his books, and his small dinner-pail half filled with fruit as immature as himself, and came towards them sideways. "Yer's a dime, Johnny, to git some candy," said Seth, endeavoring to distort his passion-set face into a smile. Johnny Filgee's small, berry-stained palm promptly closed over the coin. "Now, don't lie.
"I didn't know ye were up yet, aunty," said Jeff submissively. "It isn't more than six o'clock." "Thar's four more to feed at breakfast," said his aunt severely, "and yer's the top blown off the kitchen chimbly, and the fire only just got to go." Jeff saw that he was in time.
"Yep, Flea, and so be you; but there ain't much for ye, savin' that ye go a long journey lookin' for a good land." Bending her head nearer, Flea coaxed, "What good land, Screechy dear?" "Yer's and Flukey's, Flea." "Where air it?"
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