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Where's your Thou?" "You frightened her away." Berry grinned. "Heard the pattering of my little feet, I suppose!" "Yes. She wouldn't believe it was only footsteps, but let that pass. If she were to hear the same noise forgive me retreating, she would probably return." "Really think so?" "That is my steadfast conviction." "Well, you go indoors, and we'll see.
So she got her back up, an' sez she ter me dis mornin': 'Berry, sez she, 'I ain't a gwine ter go near cousin Nimbus', I ain't, kase I hain't got no fine clo'es, ner no chicken-fixing ter take ter de barbecue nuther. So she's done stop up ter Bob Mosely's wid de baby, an' I t'ought I'd jes come down an' spy out de lan' an' see which on us wuz right.
My Fathr's. I was once a Chiefs boy now I am a man and a Chief of Some note My Fat hr's- I am glad you have made my old Chief a fine and a great man, I have been a great warrier but now I here your words, I will berry my hatchet and be at peace with all & go with my Great Chief to see my great father. My fath-s.
"P'litical trouble?" said Berry. "Wal, Marse Hesden, yer knows dat Berry is jes too good-natered ter do ennyt'ing but wuk an' larf, an' do a little whistlin' an banjo-pickin' by way ob a change; but I be dinged ef it don't 'pear ter me dat it's all p'litical trouble. Who's Berry ebber hurt? What's he ebber done, I'd like ter know, ter be debbled roun' dis yer way? I use ter vote, ob co'se.
You can jest make up your mind to it. You ain't goin' to marry William Berry. Your brother has had enough to do with that family." "Mother, you won't stop my marrying William because Barney won't marry his cousin Charlotte? There ain't any sense in that." "I've got my reasons, an' that's enough for you," said Deborah. "You ain't goin' to marry William Berry."
Told me yourself you never wanted to live anywheres else." Captain Sol took the cigar from his lips, looked at it, then threw it violently into the gutter. "What difference does it make where I live?" he snarled. "Who in blazes cares where I live or whether I live at all?" "Sol Berry, what on airth " "Shut up! Let me alone, Sim! I ain't fit company for anybody just now.
William Berry, the Queen's Park light-weight, who must of necessity come under the first, I am inclined to rank Mr. Hannah among the second. He is, however, a first-rate man. ~W. Johnstone.~ Last in order of forwards, but by no means lacking in genuine ability, with rare dribbling powers, comes the name of Mr. W. Johnstone.
With all that, he was the best fellow in the world, and he was always contriving some mischief or other. Pantagruel, being pleased with him, gave him the castellany of Salmigondin, which was yearly worth 6,789,106,789 royals of certain rent; besides the uncertain revenue of cockchafers and snails, amounting one year with another to the value of 2,435,768, or 2,435,769 French crowns of Berry.
It is, however, scarcely possible to bring every berry down, nor would it seem desirable, since after this great harvest comes the gleaning-time, when the poor, who have no olive trees, are permitted to come into the grove and shake down what is left." "Isn't there something about that in the Bible, Miss Harson?" asked Clara.
From the pioneer time of the Old Southwest to the last frontier of the Far North today, the service berry is cherished alike by white men and Indians; and the red men have woven about it some of their prettiest legends. When June had ripened the tree's blue-black berries, the Back Country folk went out in parties to gather them.
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