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Ah, but it was the heart of a true thoroughbred had Mrs. Bruner, and whether up on cold or hot blood, along she'd drive at anything those two hare-brained dare-devils would point her at, spur diggin', crop splashin'! "Nor is all our fun of hunt days.
Unless," he added, "you had to tunnel under a hundred feet of snow to get at it. A good deal like diggin' the north pole up by the roots, wouldn't it be?" "Oh, no! Oh, no!" said he who seemed to be Markham, with the optimism of an enthusiast. "There's no trouble about it.
"You sartin do!" replied Asaph emphatically. "A body 'd think you'd been diggin' clams and pickin' cranberries in Bassett's Holler all your life long, to hear you." "You bet! Well, that's pride; that's what that is. I prided myself on hangin' to the Bayport twang through thick and thin.
"Take a week, say, to go and come back." "A week!" said Locke. "I had an idea it was a long way off." "Shucks!" said Jarrow. "No great shakes of a ways. With favourin' winds, a week would do it easy. Of course, if a man wanted to spend a lot of time there, diggin' around, that's a cat of another colour. But with a couple of days to look the place over in good shape, ten days would do it easy."
"I want to know, Sam, did you see that pot?" I exclaimed at this part of the story. "Wal, no, I didn't. Ye see, I jest happened to drop asleep while they was diggin', I was so kind o' tired, and I didn't wake up till it was all over.
Smithers clucked disagreeably and went back to the house. Uncle Israel looked after her with dismay. "Do you suppose," he queried, in falsetto, "that she'll tell the Carrs?" "Hush, Israel," replied Mrs. Dodd. "She can't tell them Carrs about our diggin' all night in the orchard, 'cause she was here herself.
That night, as Frank and Graddy lay together under the same blanket, the latter observed that, "he had travelled a goodish bit over the univarse, but that he had niver before comed across nothin' like the experiences of the last two days; and that, if the end of their diggin' for goold woe to be as bad as the begginin', the sooner they set about diggin' their graves the better!"
As he couldn't 'spec' to git no furder, he rides quietly up to a hofficer, takes de sword out ob his hand afore he understand what he wants, den, diggin' de spurs into de big war-hoss, off he goes wid a yell like a Red Inj oh! I's mean like a a buff'lo bull. Out comes de swords. Dey close all round 'im. I no see him by dat time.
"Torchy," says she, "don't you dare try getting up again at daylight and working with your poor blistered hands. I I shall feel dreadfully about it, if you do." "Well, maybe I will skip tomorrow mornin'," says I, "but somehow or other that diggin' has got to be done." "I only wish Auntie could hear you say that," says Vee, pattin' me gently on the cheek. "Why Auntie?" I asks.
When Cassius complained that his third wife was "diggin' roots" against him, Emma immediately set him to digging potatoes for herself, to offset the ill effects of possible conjure. She was a strategical person, and Peter didn't fare very badly, considering. The boy fell heir to all those odd jobs that boys in his position are expected to tackle.
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