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My stock went up with the old man an' my chances was good to get the gal, if I hadn't made a fool hoss-trade; for with old man Galloway a good hoss-trade covered all the multitude of sins in a man that charity now does in religion. In them days a man might have all the learnin' and virtues an' graces, but if he cudn't trade hosses he was tinklin' brass an' soundin' cymbal in that community.
Ah nebber heerd nuthin', ner saw no smoke till she cum a puffin' 'round de end 'o dat p'int. Ah cudn't dare go fer yer then, sah, fer fear dey'd see me, so Ah jus' nat'larly lay down yere, an' watched her go by." "Is it a government boat?" "Ah reckon maybe; leastwise thar's a heap o' sojers aboard her reg'lars Ah reckon, fer dey's all in uniform. But everybody aboard wan't sojers."
"I wus gone after wahter, an' when them Injuns begun fer ter yell, I never dun nuthin' but just run, an' hid in the bush." "But you are wounded?" He put a red hand to his face, touching it gingerly. "I dun got racked with a branch; I wus thet skeered I just cudn't see nuthin', seh." "I understand. What is your name?" "Asa Hall."
I hadn't been thar mor'n ten minutes, when this yere feller must a woke up in the for'cassel sum crazy. He cum a chargin' out on deck, whoopin' like an Indian, wavin' a knife in his hand, intendin' fer ter raise hell. I cudn't see then who the lad wus, but it must o' been him, fer when I went down later he wusn't whar we'd put him.
We was to go six hundher' miles, an' railways was new in thim days. Whin we had been a night in the belly av the thrain the men ragin' in their shirts an' dhrinkin' anything they cud find, an' eatin' bad fruit-stuff whin they cud, for we cudn't stop 'em I was a Corp'ril thin the cholera bruk out wid the dawnin' av the day. "Pray to the Saints, you may niver see cholera in a throop-thrain!
I wur awoke; an' when I did awoke, I still thort I wur a-dreamin'. It would a been a rough dream; but unfort'nately for me, it wan't a dream, but a jenwine reality. "At fust, I cudn't make out what wur the matter wi' me, no how; an' then I thort I wur in the hands o' the Injuns, who were draggin' me over the parairy; an' sure enough I wur a draggin' that a way, though not by Injuns.
And the funniest thing! two balls of cotton flew out of his ears, one hitting Flecker of Tennessee on the nose, the other Colonel Troup in the eye. "By Gad, sah," drawled Colonel Troup, "but now, I see. I thought he cudn't ah been made of flesh an' blood, sah, why damme he's made of cotton! An' you saved my money, old man, an' that damned rascal's name by that trick?
"Well, that's worth knowing, Tim," I said, disappointedly. "Did you learn anything else?" "There's jist one thing that you forgot, yer honour." "What is it?" I asked. "Begorra, you forgot that if all the brains in the bunk-house wor put together they cudn't think of a thrick like that the thrick of cleaning a window wid stuff from a dhrugstore! They aint got brains." "Why haven't they?"
Thry an' think now!" Brophy pondered long and presently reeled off a few names. Slavin heard him out and shook his head negatively. "Nothin' doin' there!" he announced finally, "Mr. Gully was in, yuh say? Did he see anythin' av this row?" "Cudn't help it, I guess," replied Brophy. "He just come inta th' office for his grip while it was a-goin' on.
"Done it! av coorse ye have!" cried Flinn, picking up an enormous bird; "it cudn't have bin nater done by a sportin' lord." "Then it ain't a tame one?" asked Slagg eagerly. "No more a tame wan than yoursilf, an' the best of aitin' too," said. Flinn.
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