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Updated: June 2, 2025
Sometimes my father would catch possum and my mother would cook them, and bring me over a piece. I used to eat rabbit and fish. Dey used to go fishin' in de creek. I liked rabbit and groundhog. De food wuz boiled and roasted in de oven. De slaves have a little patch for a garden and day work it mostly at night when it wuz moonlight.
"We were wonderin'," said the long, thin man slowly, "when you was comin' down. Not that you'd remember faces that's not to be expected especially in foreign parts which is confusing and difficult for a man but I'm Bill Tregarvis what have had you out fishin' many's the time not that you'd remember faces," he said again, looking a little timidly at him. But he did! Harry remembered him perfectly!
Fifteen years ago I was over on Tupper's Lake, shantyin' on the high bank above the rocks, just at the outlet, fishin' and huntin', and layin' around loose, in a promiscuous way, all alone by myself, havin' nobody along but the old black dog that you," appealing to Hank Wood, who nodded assent, remember.
And yours is a heap better than the old piece, anyway you look at it." Jehosophat wasn't quite so sure. But, anyway, they had a great time "fishin'." It was October, and the cornfield was deserted and bare. Jehosophat and Marmaduke could remember it as a more beautiful picture.
All to once I heard a strange sound, like somebody was moanin'. I sat up an' listened, an' I looked around " "And what did you see?" asked Giant, excitedly. "Didn't see nuthing just then. Soon the moanin' died out, an' I thought I must have made a mistake, an' I went on fishin' ag'in. Then come that strange moanin' once more, an' it made me shiver, for I was in a mighty lonely spot.
It was such a dandy day that I didn't know whether I'd do some assessment work or spend the day fishin'; the cards decided in favor of fishin'. I had to get some light so's I could tell how to go ahead. How any one can get along without a pack of cards! It's sure a lamp to the feet. If you wait a minute I'll run 'em for you."
"She didn't suffer aany at all," he said, "she jist withered like th' laves on th' threes." "She jist hankered t' go," Mary added. "Wan night whin Mary was asleep," Jamie continued, "she read over again yer letther th' wan where ye wor spakin' so much about fishin'."
"Is thar any good fishin' about yere?" he asks. "Which I shore yearns to fish some." ""Does this yere landscape," I says, wavin' my arm about the hor'zon, "remind you much of fish? Stranger," I says, "fish an' christians is partic'lar sparse in Arizona." "'Then this person Davis la'nches out into tales deescriptif of how he goes anglin' back in the States.
"He was always readin', when he wasn't goin' fishin' or off in the woods with his gun, and never made no trouble, and was about the easiest man to get along with she ever see. You mind your business and he'll mind his'n." That was the sum of Aunt Hepsy's delivery about the recluse, though no doubt her old age was enriched by constant "study" over his probable history and character.
She was below there fetchin' up a bag of male, and bedad she came home that dhreeped, the crathur, you might ha' thought she'd been after fishin' it up out of the botthom of one of thim boghoules." And Mrs.
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