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Dey jes advanced fur enough along to show white ambition an' nigger principle! An' dat's a dange'ous mixture! "An' Frances ? She ain't got no mo' principle 'n a suck-aig dorg! Ever sence we 'ranged dat Easter programme, she been studyin' up some owdacious way to outdo me to-day in de face of eve'ybody. "But I'm jes one too many fur any yaller freckled-faced nigger.
"Why, of course; didn't you hear me tell Hester? I am rare and lucky, I can tell you, to have found a berth in her good pay and good rations, and a jolly crew, and a fair-spoken captain. It ain't every fellow has the luck to find a berthlike mine. And I'll be back in the summer, Bet. It's a short voyage, and everything just to my mind.
After an hour or so of that, I gets up and sits by the open window; but as there ain't any moon or any street lights, it's like starin' down a coalhole.
There's just one excuse for him: he's crazy. If he ain't he's the wickedest man in Leatherwood, the wickedest man in the whole world; he's worse than Joseph Dylks, because he knows better. Joseph is such a liar that he could always make himself believe what he said. But it's no use your stayin' here, David!" She suddenly broke off to turn on her brother.
"Ain't it great, Captain?" asked Thad, as they sat there enjoying the meal by the light of the two lanterns hanging from hooks in the rafters of the cabin roof. Thad had insisted that Maurice be the skipper of the expedition, because of his superior knowledge of boats in general, and also his possessing the chart of the rivers.
What we don't eat we can cure and put away." "I'll do the hunting!" shouted Sile. "What are the men all chopping for? There's plenty of dry dead wood." "I'd call it!" exclaimed Yellow Pine. "If they ain't struck with the mine-fever now. Jest look at 'em, jedge." "Pine," shouted one of the men from a little distance, "this 'ere shelf by the spring's the spot you marked for the shelter, isn't it?"
I ain't so happy over Brunhilde Susan 's I would be if she had more sense. She was cryin' 'Moo moo' at every dog she see, 'n' I give her a nickel to keep her quiet, 'n' then she up 'n' lost it.
"'Done, says I. 'I ain't got ten cents Mex to my name, but I'll outfit that vessel an' get her to sea inside two weeks, or my name ain't Adelbert P. Gibney. "To look at me now, McGuffey, you'd never think that in them days I was one of the smartest young bucks that ever boxed the compass. I was born with a great imagination, Mac. All my life my imagination's been my salvation.
"Ah, ditch the assault and battery!" says I. "It ain't me. But there's someone in the lib'ry you could soothe with a word or two maybe. Why not go in and see her?" "Her?" says he, starin' pop-eyed. "You you don't mean Miss Billings?" "Sure!" says I. "Joey, it's you she wants, and if I was you I'd " But he's off on the run, with a queer, eager look on his face.
Then Dexter picked up one, drew off the shell, smelt it, tasted it, and five minutes later he was as busy as Bob, though when they finished the whole cooking he was seven fish behind. "Ain't they 'lishus?" cried Bob. "Yes," said Dexter, unconsciously repeating his companion's first remark, "only want a bit of salt."
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