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No, sir, she played this yer camp for all it was worth, year in and out, and we just gave ourselves away like speckled idiots! and now she's lyin' out thar in the bone yard, and keeps on p'intin' the joke, and a-roarin' at us in marble." Even the later citizens in Atherly felt an equal resentment against her, but from different motives.
I was so scar't that I didn't know then whether she had missed me or was chawin' of me. I felt I was pretty numb like below my waist. And how I did stretch up that tree! No wonder I growed tall after that day," said Jerry, shaking his head. "I stretched ev'ry muscle in my carcass, Miss I surely did! "There was that ol she b'ar, on her hind legs and a-roarin' at me like the Mr.
The man who kep' the house's wife brought us our supper about dark, because she said she thought we might like to have it together cozy, an' so we did, an' was glad enough of it; an' after supper we sat before the fire-place, where we made-believe the flames was a-roarin' an' cracklin' an' a-lightin' up the bright places on the armor a-hangin' aroun', while the storm which we made-believe was a-ragin' an' whirlin' outside.
He was a little, pussy, red-faced, pop-eyed man, pompous as a banty rooster, with black whiskers and a mustache like a cat. He had a voice on him like barrels rolling in a brewery vault. It would surprise you quite a little to hear that number ten voice come a-roarin' out of that number two man.
"Now, ain't this a nice, narrow pass? You kin see the water in the creek down thar, 'bout two hundred feet below, a-rushin' an' a-roarin' over the stones, an' then you look up an' see the cliff risin' five or six hundred feet over your head, an' here you are betwixt an' between, on a shelf less'n three feet broad, jest givin' room enough fur the horses an' mules an' ourselves, all so trim an' cosy, everythin' fittin' close an' tight in its place."
Up he goes, up the bastion; bang goes t'other pistol; then he outs with his cutlass, a-roarin' hurray with a voice like a twelve pounder; down goes three o' them Moors; another breaks Jack's cutlass with his simitar; bless you, what's he care? don't care a straw, which his name is Strahan; he've got a fist, he have, an' he dashes it in the Moor's face, collars his simitar, cuts his throat and sings out, 'Ho, mateys! this 'ere fort's mine!
Cack was a pretty good hand to tell stories; and Cap'n Eb warn't no way backward in that line, and kep' up his end pretty well: and pretty soon they was a-roarin' and haw-hawin' inside about as loud as the storm outside; when all of a sudden, 'bout midnight, there come a loud rap on the door. "'Lordy massy! what's that? says Cack.
"'Throp, shoo said, 'we'll noan be through wi t' wark by midneet. "'Then we sal hae to give ower, said Throp. 'It'll be Sunday morn i' a quairter of an hour, an' I'm noan baan to work o' Sunday. "When Throp's wife heerd that shoo burst out a-roarin'. 'I'm an idle good-for-nowt, shoo said. 'Eh! but I mun finish t' bag; I mun, I mun.
We ought to be at Bexar right now, a-roarin', an' a-t'arin', an' a-rippin', an' a-chawin' among them Mexicans!" "Patience! Patience!" said Obed White soothingly. "Sometimes the more haste the oftener you trip." "Patience on our part ain't much good to men sixty or eighty miles away, who need us yelling' an' shootin' for them this very minute."
"Waitin' for a chance to use 'is 'right, d'ye see, Peter!" added Simon. ANCIENT. Wi' 'is eyes a-rollin' an' flamin', Peter, an' 'is mane all bristlin' SIMON. Cool as any cucumber, Peter ANCIENT. A-roarin' an' a-lashin' of 'is tail SIMON. And sparrin' for an openin', Peter, and when 'e sees one downin' 'is man every time
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