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"Well, suppose it is about the same. You'll have to fight some day, perhaps." "Mass' George fight dreffle," put in Pomp. "Shoot lot of Injum." "Nonsense, Pomp!" I said, hurriedly. "Not nonsense. Pomp see um tummle down when. Mass' George shoot um." "Why, you didn't fire on the Indians, did you, squire?" said the man. "Lot o' times," said Pomp, quickly.
"See 'em break, Dashy! See 'em break! Lots on 'em to-day, aint they? Keep still, there 's a good dog, while I put on a diffunt fly. Don't ye see they 're jumpin' at them gnats? Aint the water jest 'live with 'em? Aint it shinin' an' clear an' " The voice faltered an instant, then went on: "Yes, sir, I 'm comin' I 'm glad, dreffle glad to come.
Ef I wuz Squire, I shouldn't never wan ter show myself agin roun' here." "I be kinder sorry fer him," said Israel Goodrich. "I declar for't if I ain't. It muss be kinder tough tew git took daown so, specially fer sech a dreffle proud man." "I hain't sot eyes on him on'y once sence Tewsday," said Peleg. "He looked right straight through me 'z ef he didn' see nothin.
Your gran'ther knew him very well; and he was a deacon in the church in Dedham afore he died. He was at Lexington when the fust gun was fired agin the British. He was a dreffle smart man, Cap'n Eb was, and driv team a good many years atween here and Boston. He married Lois Peabody, that was cousin to your gran'ther then.
This last remark was addressed to Tedda; and any one could see with half an eye that poor, old anxious, fidgety Tedda, stamping at the flies, must have left a wild and tumultuous youth behind her. "'Pends on the man," she answered, shifting from one foot to the other, and addressing herself to the home horses. "They abused me dreffle when I was young.
"I'm afraid there is nothing to give you," I said. "What? No go eat all dat and hab not bit for poor Pomp! Oh!" He swung himself round, threw himself down on his face, and groaned. Hannibal said a few words in a deep stern voice, and the boy moaned out "But poor Pomp so dreffle hungly."
"But why not try that tree, or that, or that?" I said; and I pointed rapidly to three or four more, all far more thickly clothed with branch and foliage. "If Injum come he fink p'raps we hide in dah, an' look. No fink we get up dat oder tree. Injum berry 'tupid." "But hadn't we better try and get across or down the stream?" Pomp shook his head. "See Injum, and dey dreffle cross dat we run 'way.
"Maybe he has been stoled by Injins," exclaimed Rhoda, with great fervor; "thar was a Injin captive in a shew at Nu-ark, that had been kept nineteen years. He forgot his language, and whooped dreffle. Misc Somers say he was an imploster, an' worked on the Brekwater up to Lewistown. "Do get that girl a pocket-handkerchief, and show her how to use it," exclaimed Mrs. Tilghman, breaking out.
"There's a dreffle lot o' that peppergrass out in deep water there, jest where I ketched the big pick'ril," he said quietly. "I seen it nigh a foot high, an' it 's juicier and livin'er than them dead sticks in your book."
"Thar 's somethin' abeout a log," continued Captain Leezur; "when ye go inter the heouse in warm weather, an' sets deown in a cheer, the women kind o' looks at ye as though you was sick or dreffle lazy; but when ye're eout settin' on a log ye feels as though God was on yewr side, an' man nor woman wa'n't able to afflict ye.
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