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Git up in de mawnin' an' look out ober de lawn, an' yer come fo'teen or fifteen couples ob de fustest quality folks, all on horseback ridin' in de gate. Den such a scufflin' round! Old marsa an' missis out on de po'ch, an' de little pickaninnies runnin' from de quarters, an' all hands helpin' 'em off de horses, an' dey all smokin' hot wid de gallop up de lane.
The boy gulped. "Thirteen years old, goin' on fo'teen." "You're old enough, son, to know the nater of the oath you're about to take. For over two years you've been the mainstay an' support of your mother. You've had to carry the burdens and responsibilities of a man, Davy. The testimony you give in this case will be the truth, the whole truth an' nothin' but the truth, so help you God.
Excep' my father; he was fo'teen year' to her seven." "Was she a handsome child?" Chester ventured. "I think no. But in growing up she bic-came" the craftsman handed out a pocket flash-light and an old carte-de-visite photograph of a black-haired, black-eyed girl of twenty or possibly twenty-three years. "You shall tell me," he said: "And you'll trust me, my sincerity?"
Everybody craned their necks to watch while, at the magistrate's order, Kelley weighed the block of wood on the store scales, which he put on the magistrate's table. "Fo'teen punds," said Mr. Kirby. "Take the scales away." "It had rubbed all the skin off'n the dog's neck," broke in Davy impulsively. "It was all raw an' bleedin'." "Aw, that ain't so!" cried Thornycroft.
Everybody craned their necks to watch, while at the magistrate's order Kelley weighed the block of wood on the store's scales, which he put on the magistrate's table. "Fo'teen punds," said Mr. Kirby. "Take the scales away." "It had rubbed all the skin off'n the dog's neck," broke in Davy impulsively. "It was all raw an' bleedin'." "Aw, that ain't so!" cried Thornycroft.
The boy gulped. "Thirteen year old, goin' on fo'teen." "You're old enough, son, to know the nater of the oath you're about to take. For over two years you've been the main-stay an' support of your mother. You've had to carry the burdens and responsibilities of a man, Davy. The testimony you give in this case will be the truth, the whole truth, an' nothin' but the truth, so help you God.
'Way down Belmont Missouri, jes' cross frum C'lumbus Kentucky on de Mississippi. Oh, I 'lows 'twuz about 1848, caise I wuz fo'teen when Marse Ben done brung me up to de North home with him in 1862." "My Pappy, he wuz 'Kaintuck', John Nelson an' my mammy wuz Junis Nelson. No suh, I don't know whar dey wuz bawned, first I member 'bout wuz my pappy buildin' railroad in Belmont.
They sorter got into th' habit of chasin' me to Las Cruces an' forgot to stop." "How many'd yu get?" Asked Lanky Smith. "Twelve. Two got away. I got two before th' crowd showed up that makes fo'teen." "Now th' cavalry'll be huntin' yu," croaked Billy. "Hunt nothin'! They was in war-paint-think I was a target? Think I was goin' to call off their shots for 'em?"
"Fo'teen thousand two hundred dollahs," he announced finally. "The odd fo' thousand, two hundred will go to the families of the men yo' murdahed yestahday. And now, Mistah Jack Hahdy, my personal business with yo' will be " He did not finish. The door of the little office had suddenly opened, and Tucumcari Pete stood in the entrance!
A quick outbreak of laughter swept them all except Paige, who flushed furiously over her first school-girl affair. "That poor Jimmy child came to me about it," continued their mother, "and asked me if I would let you be engaiged to him; and I said, 'Certainly, if Paige wants to be, Jimmy. I was engaiged myse'f fo' times befo' I was fo'teen "
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