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Maloney lowered his jaw and opened his eyes. "Zhackly. Did'n' I, eh, ol' wom'n!" Dad mumbled, and dropped his chin on his chest. Maloney began to take another view of the matter. He put a leading question to Joe. "He MUSTER been bit," Joe answered, "'cuz he had the d-death adder in his hand." More silence. "Mush die 'fore shun'own," Dad murmured. Maloney was thinking hard. At last he spoke.
"W-ee-ll I would rather not use myself up in riding all night without being able to do any good to any one, if you young men will go in my place," Sam Brewster sighed. "An' Ah'll drive the four hosses, cuz, yuh know, it's no joke seein' ahead of th' hosses' noses along that trail in th' dark," announced Jeb, in a matter-of-course tone. "Jeb, if you would!
Pa's got a few buckshot in him; but he don't mind it 'cuz he don't weigh much, anyway. Bob's been carved up some with a bowie, and Tom's been hurt once or twice." "Has anybody been killed this year, Buck?" "Yes; we got one and they got one.
'Got kind o' 'tached to 'em, he said, looking down at them and rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Then we had a good laugh. 'You can put on the other suit, I suggested, 'and when we get to the city we'll have these fixed. 'Leetle sorry, though, said he, 'cuz that other suit don' look reel grand. This here one has been purty purty scrumptious in its day if I do say it.
Had she discovered in some uncanny manner, that Sary had slyly removed Bill's post-card photograph from her Bible and cremated it that she might feel freer to accept a second proposal of marriage if it came? "She coulden' hev foun' that out, cuz Ah locked th' box sence then. She mus' be one of them brain-readers by nature, Ah rickon, an' she jes' reads me like a book!"
"Guess I'll get him to build me a musical fence," remarked a third, "only I'll hav' 'Home, Sweet Home, cuz that's Samanthy's favorite tune." "He might fence in the meetin'-house with 'Old Hundred," suggested Deacon Mullen. But the novelty soon wore away and Miss French began to tire of the ceaseless repetition.
Cuz! give me some! to the great pleasure of the audience.
'My friend, said Uncle Eb, between bites of a doughnut, 'I don' care what I ride in so long as 'tain't a hearse. I want sumthin' at's comfortable an' purty middlin' spry. It'll do us good up here t' git jerked a few hunderd miles an' back ev'ry leetle while. Keep our j'ints limber. We'll live longer fer it, an' thet'll please God sure cuz I don't think he's hankerin' fer our society not a bit.
Sary limped over to a wooden chair and sitting there with her foot held tenderly in both hands, she rocked back and forth, threatening, in an undertone, all males but Jeb in particular. "You-all jes' wait! Don't think Sary Dodd's a fule cuz she hain't! Ah'll git you yit, so run away an' make-out like-es-how you are free and not lookin' to any female in pertickler!"
"Whew! he didn' git over dat thing, seh he nuver did git over it. "De war come on jes' den, an' Marse Chan wuz elected cap'n; but he wouldn' tek it. He said Firginia hadn' seceded, an' he wuz gwine stan' by her. Den dey 'lected Mr. Gordon cap'n. "I sut'n'y did wan' Marse Chan to tek de place, cuz I knowed he wuz gwine tek me wid 'im. He wan' gwine widout Sam.
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