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"You'll see better by and by," replied his comrade. "I had need ter, Rowl, or I'll butt my brainpan agin one of these hyur saplin's. Wagh! I cudn't sight a b'ar, if we were to scare him up jest now." About five miles farther on we reached a small stream. The storm had abated, but the stream was swollen with the rain, and we could not cross it.
I threw kisses at her bed-room window, but even then I cudn't go away, so I slipped around to the barn and laid down in the hay to think over my hard luck. My heart ached an' burned an' I was nigh dead with love.
"Sambo," called out a bystander, making fun of the old darkey, "do you know what you are looking at?" "Well, if I doan, den I can't find out frum dis yere crowd." "What do they call it, Sambo?" some one else asked. "Sh-sh'h that's a secret; an' if I shud tell you, you cudn't keep it." "Is it yours?" "I dun sole mine to Mistah Vand'bilt las' week; he name it de White Ghos' after me."
He scratched the back of his head thoughtfully, and answered with careful deliberation. "Durn it, I didn't jine ye till after ye'd started, an' I reckon as how it took me all o' tew mile ter git this yere blame muel up ter whar I cud talk. Thar's quite a smart bunch, but they hed some pickets out, an' I cudn't git close 'nough ter tell zackly.
"I wasn't no better, Pete me and my brothers." In her emotion she had dropped back into the old looseness of speech. He seized her hand in both his own and crushed it to his lips so that it hurt pleasurably. "I know why yuh stole them horses," he murmured. "Yuh cudn't bear to see the Sergeant thinkin' he loved yuh an' yuh knew he cudn't love a rustler."
But 'long towards the shank of the night, after I had put up my hoss, the moon was still shinin', an' I cudn't sleep for thinkin' of Kathleen. I stole afoot over to her house just to look at her window. The house was all quiet an' even the brindle dog was asleep.
Poor Tolly! he'll stand a bad chance, for he's sure to come gallopin' up, an' singin' at the top of his voice in his usual reckless way." "Cudn't we stick up a bit o' paper in the way he's bound to pass, wid a big wooden finger to point it out and the word `notice' on it writ big?" "Oh! I know what I'll do," cried Betty.
"An' do you know how they did? That bhoy, so I was tould by letter from Bombay, bully-damned 'em down to the dock, till they cudn't call their sowls their own. From the time they left me oi till they was 'tween decks, not wan av thim was more than dacintly dhrunk.
De bigger one was a quadroon, maybe 'bout forty years ol', an' de odder she wan't much more'n a gal; an' dar wan't nuthin' ov de nigger 'bout her, 'cept it mought be de hair, an' de eyes dem was sure black 'nough. Ah just nat'larly felt mighty sorry fer her, fer she done cried all de time, an' cudn't eat nuthin'." "You learned who they were? how they came there?" "Course Ah did.
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