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Where's the sense of a man lyin' fer a few old cod?" "Was a man once lied for his catch," Manuel put in. "Lied every day. Fife, ten, twenty-fife more fish than come he say there was." "Where was that?" said Dan. "None o' aour folk." "Frenchman of Anguille." "Ah! Them West Shore Frenchmen don't caount anyway. Stands to reason they can't caount.
My old man was reckoned well off in that community, but his whole farm wasn't wuth more'n half what I've made in the last year. It took him years of hard diggin' and scratchin' to git that place and clear it of debt. Daown in them parts a man that's wuth ten thousand dollars is reckoned slappin' rich. They make every cent caount there, Barney.
They say, as er boy he lived with his aunt who gave him a good edication; a cousin er his'n, a woman by the way, set him up in business, an' this money he's made his grand will fer was left him by his wife, so ye'd think he'd feel thankful and kind toward all women, but ye can't caount on folks."
Dan let the after-tackle run, and slid him out of the stern on to the deck amid a torrent of his own fish. "Hold on!" roared Uncle Salters, bobbing by the waist. "Hold on, I'm a bit mixed in my caount." He had no time to protest, but was hove inboard and treated like "Pennsylvania." "Forty-one," said Tom Platt. "Beat by a farmer, Salters. An' you sech a sailor, too!"
They cand take care of you over tha'. They'd be glad to have you. You cand caount on that. It's that-a-way in Mizzourah." The boy's conscientious earnestness was sweet. He was in good spirits again and he whisked one roughly-booted foot out of its stirrup and laid it across his saddle-horn, while he regarded Bruce.
"'Tweren't fair caount," said he, stumbling out of the pen; "an' I'm stung up all to pieces." His thick hands were puffy and mottled purply white. "Some folks will find strawberry-bottom," said Dan, addressing the newly risen moon, "ef they hev to dive fer it, seems to me." "An' others," said Uncle Salters, "eats the fat o' the land in sloth, an' mocks their own blood-kin." "Seat ye!
Fer common doin's I don' callate ez two fellers is more'n my fair share in a scrimmage, but ye see my arm wuz busted, an if ye hadn't come along jess wen ye did, I callate the buryin squad would a cussed some on caount of my size, that evenin. "But gosh all hemlock, Perez, I dunno wat makes me speak o' that naow. It wouldn' make no odds ef I'd never sot eyes onter ye afore.
Cape Breton's full o' niggers whose folk run in there durin' aour war, an' they talk like farmers all huffy-chuffy." "That is not Scotch," said "Pennsylvania." "That is Gaelic. So I read in a book." "Penn reads a heap. Most of what he says is so 'cep' when it comes to a caount o' fish eh?" "Does your father just let them say how many they've caught without checking them?" said Harvey. "Why, yes.
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