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Updated: May 6, 2025
"Dodrabbit ye!" he cried, standing off and regarding me. "What ye been a-doin' of, you young smashin', slashin', cavortin'-all-around young spark, you!" "Well," said I, naturally feeling rakish after this, "I will tell you. Miss Pray had a brood of chickens come off unseasonably to-day, who desired particularly and above all things, having taken a general outlook on life, not to live.
Uncle Coffin sprang from his chair, and with a grave face, which only later broke out into those beams of affection which were storming his bosom, shook him violently by the collar, dragged him across the floor, and set him in a chair by the fireplace with a loud, conclusive thump. "Dodrabbit ye, man!" said he, "I hain't heered your voice since I was a baby."
Why, dodrabbit ye, Leezur!" said this native Artichoke, "ye never done an ongodly thing in yer life 'cept, maybe," he added, "to cuss a little when ye was fishin' for the bucket." "'Specially," said Captain Leezur intelligently, "when the women folks has been thar afore ye, r'ilin' the water and jabbin' of her furder deown."
"Dodrabbit ye!" cried Uncle Coffin Demmin, springing out at us in hospitable ecstasy, Salomy beside him; "git out! git out quick! The sight on ye makes me sick, in there. Git out, I say!" he roared. "No-o; guess not, Coffin," said Captain Pharo, with gloomy observance of formalities; "guess I ca-arnt; goin' up to the Point to git a nail put in my hoss's shu-u."
He would pour out the treacle for us all for that it was sweeter, sweeter than any refined juices I ever tasted. No denials, no protestations would avail to stay the utter generosity of his hand. The griddle-cakes were of the apparent size of the moon when she is full in the heavens. "Come, Pharo, brace up. Eat somethin', dodrabbit ye!
There Uncle Coffin seized Captain Pharo again and threw him delightedly several feet off into a chair. "Ye're weary, Pharo, dodrabbit ye! Set thar'. Repose. Repose. Wait 'tell the flapjacks is ready. They're fryin'. Smell 'em?" We perceived their odor, and that of the wild strawberries and coffee which Mrs. Lester had taken from her circle-basket.
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