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Updated: May 24, 2025
"Ye done God's vengence," said Aunt Debby sternly. "An' yit hit wuz very soon ter expect hit." She clasped her hands upon her forehead and rocked back and forth, gazing fixedly into the mass of incandescent coals. "Hit's gwine to cla'r up ter-morrow," said Fortner, returning from an inspection of the sky at the door. "Le's potter off ter bed," he continued rousing up Harry.
De sheriff not de high-sheriff, but one ob his understrappers wuz up ter our house to-day, a-purtendin' ter hunt atter Nimbus. I didn't put no reliance in dat, but somehow I can't make out cla'r how dey could hev got away with him an' Berry an' 'Liab, all on 'em, atter de fight h'yer, an' not left no trace nor sign on' em nowhar.
He hired bullies ter git inter a quarrel with David, at public getherin's, an' kill him in sech a way ez ter have a plea o' self-defense ter cla'r themselves on, but David tuck too good keer o' hisself ter git ketched that a-way, an' he hurt one o' the bullies so bad thet he niver quite got over hit.
I sho' does ask yo' pardon fer lettin' mysef git so flustrated, but we-all's so powerful pleased fer ter see yo', an' has been a-wanting yo' so pintedly, that that that but, ma Lawd, I I I'se cla'r los' ma senses an', an Hi! look yonder at dat cusséd dawg an' ma fried chicken!" For once in her useless life Toinette had created a pleasing diversion.
Colonel 'Gerius jes' does all he can, an' he gets us gov'nment seeds an' papers, an' advises every one fo' miles aroun'. Yas, sah, we're gettin' on. If yo' have to go to Bullertown, sah, yo'll fin' as nice a li'l place as thar is f'om one end o' the United States cla'r to the other, an' thar's not one white person in it." "Bullertown?" queried Hamilton in surprise.
As he rose to take leave of his new acquaintance he said abstractedly: "I'll keep ye posted erbout ther trial when co'te sots so thet afore hit eends up ye'll hev knowledge of what's happenin' an' ef he should chance ter come cla'r, ye'll know ahead of time when he's startin' back home. A man likes ter kinderly keep tabs on a feller he mistrusts." And that was all Bas needed to be told.
"What next?" cried I, running toward the front, and looking out upon the prairie. "Them wild-cats are gwine to cla'r out, Cap'n," said Lincoln, meeting me. "I kin see them hitchin' up." "It is as you say! What can be the reason?" A strange commotion was visible in the groups of horsemen.
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