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'But, he says, 'won't the deakin suspicion that it comes from you? 'Wa'al, I says, 'my portrit ain't on none o' the bills, an' I reckon you won't tell him so, out an' out, an' off he went. Yistidy he come in, an' I says, 'Wa'al, done anythin'? 'The hoss is in your barn, he says. 'Good fer you! I says. 'Did you make anythin'? 'I'm satisfied, he says.
I'se po'ful glad yo' mouf's full ob breakfas' en dat yo' eyes ain' full ob tears. Wat we projeckin' 'bout yistidy?" "Now, Aun' Jinkey, just keep still. I can't show becoming sentiment on any subject except pones and such coffee as I have not tasted for a long time." "Hit Yankee coffee." "I drink your health in my one contribution," cried Scoville.
Anythin' goin' on round here?" "Nothin' wu'th dividin' 'cept Mose Blake fell into the river yistidy an' was drownded." "What, you don't tell me so?" the old man exclaimed. "Yes, couldn't swim a lick atter he struck the water an thar wan't no use in tryin' befo' he struck." "Powerful sorry to hear it," said Jasper. "Good feller worst habit of his was always tryin' to talk when he couldn't." "Yep.
We air gittin' too crowded in this neighborhood. Man moved in five miles from here day befo' yistidy." "Then let's don't quarrel," said Margaret, holding out her hands. He put his arms about her. "No, we won't. An' don't be jealous of that po' little grave." "No, Jasper, for she was the mother of soldiers." Lije Peters came in, clearing his throat.
"Wall, ma'm, no harm did," he said handing her the letters; and then to Jasper he said: "Brother Fetterson come a ridin' by my house late yistidy an' wanted to swop hosses with me. Had a five year old that I raised myse'f, a little under size but as tough as dried beef; so I swopped for a mighty likely nag." "Have you looked at yo' swop to-day?" "Yes, seed him a standin' out in the lot."
"Why," said Margaret, "you didn't tell us yistidy at meetin'." "Wall, I had suthin' else on my mind at the time. When things git to pushin' around in my mind, I jest let one thing crowd out another." "Fell down and broke her hip," Margaret mused aloud. "Yes'm. Runnin' fitten to kill herse'f at the time.
I know in reason it was yistidy, for I was a splittin' some wood when he fotch the thing along, draggin' it by the tail. Though that mout have been day before yistidy. I believe it was day before yistidy. Anyhow it was the biggist black snake ever killed out there since the war, but of course in my day they killed bigger ones. He found him out in a blackberry patch and mauled him to death.
An' when me an' them boys was a workin' up there we could hear that little woman a singin' down at the house a singin' the songs of glory she had hearn the old soldiers sing. Well, one day me an' them boys twin boys, Jedge, was a hoein' the co'n in the field. I ricolleck it jest as well as if it was yistidy. An' atter all these years I can hear that song a comin' up from the house.
"Yes, they had a right sharp time," Laz drawled. "Andy, he died." "What Andy?" "Andy Horn." "Did you ever?" Margaret declared. "What ailed him?" Jasper asked, showing increased interest. "Got cotched in a saw mill. Ma'm," he added, looking at Margaret without turning his head, "I reckon you hearn about old Aunt Sis Garrett?" "Not a word." "Fell down day befo' yistidy an' broke her hip."
"But say, Jasper, come to think of it we did have some right sharp excitement over our way yistidy. 'Lowed thar war suthin' on my mind. Ricolleck the hoss the preacher swopped to Dave Somers?" "The bay with white fetlocks?" "Yes, thatter'n.
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