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Updated: May 28, 2025
H'nest t'God, from the first minute I laid eyes on you." Mr. Terriberry reached for her fan dangling from the end of its chain and began to fan her with tender solicitude. "Come on, let's have another drink; I don't cut loose often." Her eyes and voice were reckless. "Me and you don't want to go out of here with our ropes draggin'," protested Mr. Terriberry in feeble hesitation.
He run right past the straw pile, and before you could say Jack Robinson, I had him by the hitch-strap it was draggin' and hoppin' against the straw, I jumped on him." "Jack Robinson," Zene's hearer tried half-audibly. "Then what? Did the man and woman run?" "I makes old Gray jump the straw pile, and I comes at them just like I rose out of the ground!
De Yankees tried to git some of de men to vote, too, but not many did 'cause dey was scared of de Ku Kluxers. Dey would come at night all dressed up lak ghosts an' scare us all. We didn' lak de Yankees anyway. 'Old Mister Yankee, think he is so grand, Wid his blue coat tail a draggin' on de ground! "I stayed on wid Old Marster afte' de surrender, wid de res', 'til I met Joshua.
A young Mexican swung down and walked stiffly up to Dex. "Where is Señor Jim?" he queried, breathing hard. "Don' know, hombre. This his hoss?" "Si! It is Dex." 'Well, the hoss came in, recent, draggin' the reins." "Then you have seen him?" "Seen who? Who are you, anyway?" "Me, I am Ramon Ortego, of Sonora. The Señor Jim is my friend. I would find him."
"Why," sez he, "jest imagine a man tyin' a rope round his waist, round and round; or worse yet, take strong steel, and whalebones, and bind and choke himself down with 'em, and tottlin' himself up on high heel slippers, the high heels comin' right up in the ball of his foot and then havin' heavy skirts a holdin' him down, tied back tight round his knees and draggin' along on the ground at his feet imagine me in that perdickerment, Samantha."
"I was lookin' for the goat an' she draggin' her chain an' the life frightened out of me betwixt the black night and the ghosts and the terrible cross ould patch I had of a grandfather, that said he'd flog me alive if I was to come home without the goat.
"I don't know how in the world I could h'ist you up there," she remarked, from an evident background of hospitable good-will. "H'ist me up? I guess you couldn't! You'd need a tackle an' falls. Amos has had to come to draggin' me round by degrees, an' I don't go off the lower floor. Be them chambers jest the same, 'Melia?" "Oh, yes, they're just the same. Everything is.
Garvey, "he's making a fool of himself by playing a snare drum." "Honest?" says I, grinnin' at Garvey. "Here it is," says he, draggin' out from under a davenport a perfectly good drum. "And you might as well exhibit the rest of the ridiculous things," says Mrs. Garvey.
So is marvils, or kite-flyin', or kiss-i'-the-ring. But to talk of a man sittin' on his hinder end, and draggin' rosined hosshair across catgut hour by hour and day by day for 'ears, is a doctrine as I should like to hear Parson Hales's opinion on, if ever it was to get broached afore him."
"You couldn't keep a child all night," sardonically remarked Captain Cephas, "and no more could I. Fer if it was to get up a croup in the night, it would be as if we was on a lee shore with anchors draggin' and a gale a-blowin'." "That's so," said Captain Eli. "You've put it fair.
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