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I always wanted to go somewhere's besides Trumet, and now I'm goin'. I always told Labe, my husband, that if there was one thing I was jealous of him about 'twas travelin'. 'You go from Dan to Beersheby, I says to him, 'any time you want to. 'Yes, says he this was the last time he was to home, three years ago 'Yes, he says, 'and when I don't want to, too. 'And I, I says, 'I have to say stuck here in Trumet like a post in a rail fence. 'You look more like the rail, Zuby, he says he's always pokin' fun 'cause I ain't fleshy.
And now" she shook with indignation and waved her hand toward a section of horizon where little white dots indicated the whereabouts of the Couriers "now look where they be! Blowed from Dan to Beersheby! Come on to the house and let me set down. I been standin' on my head till I'm tired. Here, Jabez," to the blacksmith, "you tend to that carriage, will you?" She stalked off down the hill.
Me to cruise you around from Dan to Beersheby, feeding you, and giving you tobacco to smoke "''Twas my tobacco, breaks in Julius. "'Shut up! Cruising you around, and you living on the fat of of the the water, and me trusting to get my pay out of tintypes of Kanakas! Was that it? Was it? "'Why why, yes, answers Rosy. 'But, cap'n, you don't understand
"Ain't I been here for the last twenty minutes waitin' to get a chance at you? Ain't I been chasin' you from Dan to Beersheby all this dummed excuse me afternoon? Oh, my godfreys mighty!" "Why, what's the matter?" "Matter? Matter enough! It's all your fault. You got me into the mess, now you git me out of it."
What are you plannin' to do? run up the fust man, woman or child you meet and ask 'em to tell you where 'Bijah Warren lives? Or are you goin' to trot from Dan to Beersheby, trustin' to meet your nephew and niece on the way? I never in my born days! "Well," went on the captain, "I told her that the last suggestion weren't such a bad one, but there was one little objection to it.
"I cruised them timberlands from Dan to Beersheby, and I'm ready to state facts and figgers." "Go ahead and state," commanded the Cap'n. "I reckon it better be in private," advised the other, his pale-blue eyes resting dubiously on Hiram. "I ain't got no secrets from him," said the Cap'n, smartly. "Break cargo!" "You'll wish you heard it in private," persisted Mr. Crowther, with deep meaning.
"Here, Sophrony, fetch the camphire; she's goin' to faint." But Mary did not faint, and after smelling the camphor, she said, "Go on, madam, and tell me more of Sarah Fletcher." "She can do it," whispered the landlord with a sly wink. "She knows every body's history from Dan to Beersheby." This intimation was wholly lost on the good-humored hostess, who continued, "Mr.
Wherever I went I met with a general disposition to fool with a stricken and one-legged man. I went from ward to ward, looking at suffering and smelling kloryform till I was sick at heart. I was referred from Dan to Beersheby, from the janiter up to the chief tongue inspector, and one place where I went into they seemed to be picking bone splinters out from among a gentleman's brains.
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