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"No, I weren't thinkin' to tell he when we goes in to eat, and he weren't wantin' us in before that fearin' we'd wake Lem. The tracks weren't of much account whatever. The folk that shot Lem were leavin' in a boat and we couldn't track the boat to find out who 'twere." A drizzling rain began to fall before they made camp that night.
I'm tired, fearin'. I was born for hangin', they say," with a laugh. "But I'll see my girl. I've waited hyur, runnin' the resk, not darin' to see her, on 'count o' yoh. I thort I was safe on Christmas-day, but what's Christmas to yoh or me?" Holmes's quiet motion drove him up the steps before him.
Good Heavens! thought I. Is this the New Jerusalem? and lookin' around timidly for the man with the key, fearin' I might be turned out, but seein' nothin' but common lookin' men and women, and no "flamin' cherubim," and creaters with wings stuck on their heads, and no bodies, such as I had naterally expected to find in such a place, I took courage and stept forward boldly.
"When I first took ter handlin' yo' for ole Doc McPherson, I kinder hated ter take my eyes off yo' fearin' yo' might slip out, but Gawd! yo' can grapple fo' yo' self now and I plain hanker fur the sticks." "The sticks?" This was a new expression. "Woods!"
"Is the boat wrecked?" asked Mrs. Twig. "Can't you fix un and use un any more?" "Well now, I'm not knowin' rightly yet, but I'm fearin' her bottom's knocked out of she," answered Skipper Zeb. "If 'tis, 'twill be the end of she, but we'll be makin' out as fine as can be without she." "'Tis too bad to lose she after all our skimpin' and savin' to buy she," mourned Mrs. Twig.
Ma air been worryin' fearin' Myry weren't comf'table." Tess bobbed her curly head. "I'll tell 'er in a minute," she assured him; "but, 'Satisfied, I were a goin' to ask ye somethin'." Longman nodded. "An' I were goin' to ask you somethin' too, brat," he said. "How air the singin' goin' in church?" Tessibel sparkled like the morning dew. "Oh, it air goin' fine, 'Satisfied. I love it more'n more.
Now," he continued when they were seated, "what do you think you'll do?" "I don't know, sir. I wants t' get home wonderful bad," said Bob. "Yes, yes, I suppose you do. But you're a long way from home. It looks as though you'll have to stay here till the ship comes next summer. I can send you back with it." "'Tis a long while t' be bidin' here, sir, an' I'm fearin' as mother'll be worryin'."
I'm fearin' the ocean will rise high enough fur us t' see the breakers over the dunes! I ain't seen the ocean fur thirty odd years, an' I ain't goin' t' now!" Her voice rose hysterically, like a frightened child's. "I jest won't see the ocean!"
F'r weeks I lay awake at nights fearin' that th' Spanish ar-rmadillo'd lave the Cape Verde Islands, where it wasn't, an' take th' thrain out here, an' hur-rl death an' desthruction into me little store. Day be day th' pitiless exthries come out an' beat down on me.
She would na rise tae the waves, I'm fearin'. We canna be vera fa' frae the Spanish coast, accordin' to my surmisation. That wud gie us a chance o' savin' oorsels, though I'm a feared na boat would live in siccan a sea." "You're right. We have a better chance so than if we let her ride. She'd founder as sure as eggs are eggs.
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