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An' dey'd come up dah an' look at us all roun', an' squeeze our arm, an' make us git up an' walk, an' den say, Dis one too ole, or 'Dis one lame, or 'Dis one don't 'mount to much. An' dey sole my ole man, an' took him away, an' dey begin to sell my chil'en an' take dem away, an' I begin to cry; an' de man say, 'Shet up yo' damn blubberin', an' hit me on de mouf wid his han'. An' when de las' one was gone but my little Henry, I grab' him clost up to my breas' so, an' I ris up an' says, 'You sha'nt take him away, I says; 'I'll kill de man dat tetch him! I says.
"Nope, I never teched her," replied the squatter; "but I will beat her, if she don't do what I tell her. No matter how she kicks ag'in' my notions, she has to do 'em, Granny!" "Yep, I know that; but I asked ye what she was a blubberin' about." "'Cause I says as how on Saturday she's got to go and be Lem's woman that's what I says." "Lem's woman! Do ye mean that she's got to go away?"
"What what?" said Uncle Davy between his sobs "I ain't a dyin', Hillard? Oh, yes, I be. Sally and Tilly both say so." "Now, look aheah, Davy, it ain't so. I've seed hundreds die yes, hundreds strong men, babes women and little tots, strong ones, and weak and frail ones, given to tears, but I've never seed one die yet sheddin' a single tear, let alone blubberin' like a calf. It's agin nature.
"Stop that blubberin', you," commanded the stoker, who possessed a delicate ear, "and make th' fire an' git th' tea ready against Alfred and me gits back. You hear me?" "Yes, plaize," whimpered Billy. "An' mind you warms up the cold bacon pie," added the stoker. "And don't you forget to knock in the top of that tin o' salmon," added the engineer, "an' set it on to stew a bit.
The Colonel's lady she charged at the head av our column like a stone wall, an' she all but knocked Beeker off his horse throwin' her arms round his neck an' blubberin', 'Me bhoy! Me bhoy! an' Dinah wheeled left an' came down our flank, an' I let a yell that had suffered inside av me for months, and Dinah came. Will I iver forget that while I live!
I wanted to cheer and swing me bloomin' cap just to keep from blubberin'. Then, right guide of his four, come Judson. Six paces awye he saw me. He turned white, then red, but like the good soldier 'e was, 'e never let it spoil 'is cadence. 'E tipped me the wink and passed by. I waited. Presently 'e came back. 'Are you with the gang at the castle? 'e arsked. I said I was.
Rackon Varmer Jan 'ood a-zhown them the wai to kingdom come, 'stead of gooin' herzel zo aisy. And a maight have been gooin' to market now, 'stead of laying banked up over yanner. Maister Jan, thee can zee the grave if thee look alang this here goon-barryel. Buy now, whutt be blubberin' at? Wish I had never told thee. 'John Fry, I am not blubbering; you make a great mistake, John.
"Sargint, put a sintry over these two men." 'The men wint back into the tents like jackals, an' the rest av the night there was no noise at all excipt the stip av the sintry over the two, an' Scrub Greene blubberin' like a child. 'Twas a chilly night, an' faith, ut sobered Peg Barney. 'Just before Revelly, my orf'cer bhoy comes out an' sez: "Loose those men an' send thim to their tents!"
An' dey'd come up dah an' look at us all roun', an' squeeze our arm, an' make us git up an' walk, an' den say, Dis one too ole, or 'Dis one lame, or 'Dis one don't 'mount to much. An' dey sole my ole man, an' took him away, an' dey begin to sell my chil'en an' take dem away, an' I begin to cry; an' de man say, 'Shet up yo' damn blubberin', an' hit me on de mouf wid his han'. An' when de las' one was gone but my little Henry, I grab' HIM clost up to my breas' so, an' I ris up an' says, 'You sha'nt take him away, I says; 'I'll kill de man dat tetches him! I says.
Tell Ned Rackham you have the fellow amongst 'em who implored the safe conduct. Pick out some harmless lad that was saucy to Rackham in the Revenge, a half-wit like that Robinson younker that was the sailing-master's own cabin boy. He was allus blubberin' that Rackham 'ud kill him some day." "No half-wit about you," admiringly quoth the carpenter's mate.
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