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Updated: June 6, 2025
So both the cook an' 'ousemaid worn't by no manner o' means surprised when Mister Arbroath packed 'is bag an' went off in a trap to Minehead an' we'll be left with a cheap curate in charge of our pore souls! Ha-ha-ha! But 'e's a decent little chap, an' there'll be no 'igh falutin' services with 'im, so we can all go to Church next Sunday comfortable.
"Well, you git back to yo' high- falutin' friends an' tell 'em I don't hunt nothin' that-a-way." "I'll stop right now an' go home with ye. I guess you've come to see yo' mammy." "Well, I hain't ridin' aroun' just fer my health exactly." He had suddenly risen on the fence as the cries in the field swelled in a chorus.
Henry Shackleford hired me en brung me to Christian County. Not long fore I was married ter Albert Wooldridge we sho had a big wedding. Zack Major a nigger preacher of de Baptist faith did de ceremony right here in Hopkinsville. "Yes, sho I has ben a mid-wife or granny. All dese high falutin things dey is doin now in child birth is tommy-rot dey oughter hev jes grannies now.
I was counted a braw lass myself in me day, and one that could twine a lad round my thumb as fine as any, but I couldna have done thon, Miss Una." Una gave a little shudder of disgust. "How could she bear to? How could she touch such a man?" "Ay, I was wondering that myself, her that's so high falutin' in her ways, and no like a common lassie.
None of us could tell just what these gorgeous passages meant, but they were beautiful while they lasted, and sadly corrupted our oratorical style. It took some of us twenty years to recover from the fascination of this man's absurd and high falutin' elocutionary sing-song. I forgot the farm, I forgot the valley of my birth, I lived wholly and with joy in the present.
"Oh poetry," he said contemptuously; "a lot of high falutin' nonsense and by a nigger too! What's that someone said? 'Intoxicated with the exuberance of his own verbosity. That's a good description of a poet." Another time she spoke of St. Brigid, the Bride of Christ. "Who's she?" he asked contemptuously. "The Irish saint."
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