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It's a fair understandin', and enough said 'twixt you and me: and then ag'in, there's times when the wind blows up rough, as ye might say, and oncommon dark, and some harm a befallin' of us, when we git closter together and more a dependin' on each other, and then them old words ain't o' much account to us, but to speak out different what need be without fear or shame."
The brute wur still comin' nearer; but I noticed that he wur a-gwine slower an' slower, every now an' agin risin' to his hind-feet, clawin' his nose, an' sniffin' the air. "I seed that it wur the red blanket that puzzled him; an' seein' this, I crep' closter behint it, an' cached as much o' my karkidge as it 'ud kiver.
In order to save the electorate of Hanover from entire subjugation, he had made, at Closter Seven, an arrangement with the French generals, which left them at liberty to turn their arms against the Prussian dominions.
You've bin doing a good deal in the last few days, and I'm afraid you're a little run down." "No; he's my meat. I found him, and I'll take care o' him. But there's just one thing that reconciles me to this business. In spite o' all this sashayin' and monkeying we seem to be continually edgin' up closter to them big cliffs where the rebels are, and something's got to bust purty soon.
You kin see their shots strikin' down the hill there, and everywhere, where they ain't doin' nothin'. But that feller's out for business. I've bin tryin' to locate him. He's somewhere closter than any o' the others. Their bullets don't quite reach, while his goes home every time. See there." The off-swing mule dropped this time.
One on 'em wuz a good-lookin' man a-holdin' two prancin' horses, and I sez to myself, I am glad to see a man a-holdin' the bits for once. But come to look closter, I see that there wuz two figgers little girls, I guess that wuz holt of the horses' heads. And then I see the man had a sword in one hand and a club in the other. He wuzn't to blame he couldn't hold 'em.
"Well, now, you see there ain't nobody a-listenin', is there?" "No." "I think they ought to give me one more piece, any way." "Piece of what?" "Mebbe two more pieces." "Of what?" "Pie. It was pie I was a-talkin' about all the time." "Don't they give you sufficient?" "Pie?" "Yes." "No, sir; not nigh enough. An' an' come here closter. I'm a-gittin' weak I'm a-starvin'!" he whispered.
"Oh, Lordy! what is that?" he stammered. He sank to the ground, grabbing wildly for his gun. "It's a cougar! I hear him trompin' up from the creek! It's a c-cougar! He's c-comin' closter! Oh, Lordy!" "Hello, Bud," called Mrs. Cullum, cheerily. She slipped from the saddle as she spoke and caught the half-fainting snipe-hunter in her motherly arms.
As he bent over me, and I see his dissolute linement and mean, I groaned out, "Oh Josiah, is it thus we meet?" "We meet as Highlariers!" sez he gayly, and bent still closter, I spozed he wuz goin' to kiss me. And so philosophical is my mind asleep or awake, I thought even then, the law couldn't touch him for it if he did.
I every day expect my brother-in-law, and his friend, Count de Charlus, only son to the Marquis de Castries, who enjoys a great consideration in France, and has won the battle of Closter Camp. The Duke of Lauzun has also written to me that he would come soon.~ These five gentlemen may, by their existence at home, be considered as the first people in the French army.
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