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Updated: June 9, 2025
Nathan was stanin' at the table as uswal, growk-growkin' awa' for a bit o' my tea biskit. "I dinna like growkin' bairns," I says to Nathan, juist as I was genna gie him a bit piece an' some noo grozer jeel on't. "I'm no' carin'," he says, blawin' his nose atween his finger an' his thoom, an' syne dichtin't wi' his bonnet. "I wasna growkin'; but at ony rate I'll no tell ye aboot Sandy.
"I couldn't see nor hear anything of the old hooker and I just drifted without knowin' where I was goin' and not carin' much nuther, bein' wet to the hide an' tired out with bailin' an' just ready to flop down an' quit.
Hennessy. "He took it all r-right," said Mr. Dooley. "He kind o' grinned, an' says he: 'What ye say is thrue, an' it's not thrue, he says. 'If ye're in good health, an' ar-re atin' three squares a day, an' not ayether sad or very much in love with ye'er lot, but just lookin' on an' not carin' a' he said rush 'not carin' a rush, ye don't need books, he says.
"Na, I'm no carin'." "Sandy and me's gaein' to see Him some day." "I'll gang wi' ye. But I maun tak' my chuckie!" She looked down where she had set the little bird on the ground; it had hobbled away and she could not see it! "Eh," she cried, starting up, "ye made me forget my chuckie wi' yer questions! It's mither 'ill peck it!"
Something was wrong with the vent-hole of the piece, and one of the gunners asked what business you had with their language; and you said, 'I am a minister of the Lord, and the fellow gave it back very patly, 'I ain't carin' ef you was a minister of state! Then you said, 'No, you would doubtless swear in the presence of an angel. And the fellow with the sponge-staff declared, 'Say, Mister, ef you are that, you are an angel off your feed certain' you were worn to skin and bone then 'an' the rations of manna must be ez skimpy in heaven ez the rations o' bacon down here in Dixie. Ha, ha, ha!"
I've lived up to the best of my lights. An' I've loved you," he said, sonorously and pathetically. "You know what my hopes are fer the boy an' fer you.... We needn't waste any more talk. From this minnit you're free to do as you like. Whatever you do won't make any change in my carin' fer you.... But you gotta decide. Will you marry Jack or not?" "I promised you I would.
Rustlings and slow footsteps, and then heavy thuds attested to the probability that Jim was knocking the end of a log upon the ground to split off a corner whereby a handful of dry splinters could be procured. "Snake, lemme your pipe, an' I'll hev a fire in a jiffy." "Wal, I want my terbacco an' I ain't carin' about no fire," replied Snake.
"Well, we ain't carin' a damn whether you do or not! We've got you, right where we want you. I've got a warrant, an' you'll come peaceable or we'll plant you! There ain't only two horses in the corral showing that your men has gone. An' there ain't anything between you an' the coyotes!" "Only you, Dale," said Sanderson. His voice was still gentle, still drawling.
"I ain't blamin' him a heap," said a man in the Belmont. "If things is as you say they are, there ain't much more that a man could do!" "The laws is made for the guys with the coin an' the pull," said another, vindictively. "An' dynamite ain't carin' who's usin' it," said another, slyly. Both grinned.
He offered them eagerly to the chap-clad youth on his right. "Take one, won't you? An' pass the others round." The name of the cowboy was Hawks. He looked at the cigars with disfavor. "I reckon I'll not be carin' for a cigar to-night, thank you," he said slowly. "Perhaps the others if you'll pass them." Hawks handed the cigars to a brick-red Hercules patching his overalls.
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