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Only one thing about them awoke a feeling of interest; that was their dialect. I had read some Negro dialect and had heard snatches of it on my journey down from Washington; but here I heard it in all of its fullness and freedom. I was particularly struck by the way in which it was punctuated by such exclamatory phrases as "Lawd a mussy!" "G'wan, man!" "Bless ma soul!" "Look heah, chile!"
But shucks, that tough wouldn't dare do anything. He stopped at the turnstiles once more, and Shultz glared at him angrily. "What you trying to do?" John explained. He wanted to make a little pocket money. "Well you can't here. G'wan home before I smash your face!" "Won't," stubbornly. "Got just as much right as you here." There was a pause. "Well are you going?" asked the "Jefferson's" captain.
And he produced from his pocket a little rubber doll that whistled whenever its belly was squeezed. John Rann appeared behind them. "Say, Mr. Joe, you haven't had your supper yet." "Not hungry!" muttered Joe. "G'wan! Molly, put him up a couple of fried eggs, browned on both, and a cup of coffee. I won't take no, either." Joe laughed. "Well, perhaps I'd better.
He never kept a job more than a month, and his own account of his leave-taking was always as vainglorious as it was dramatic. "'G'wan! I says to him, 'Who you talkin' to? I don't have to take nothin' from you nor nobody like you, I says. 'I'm as good as you are any day, and better. You can have your dirty job, I says. And with that I give him my time and walked out on 'm. Je's, he was sore!"
"Land on 'is nose there, Smith!" shouted Mulcher. "Don't let 'im to ye! Play away, play away, me boy! Now huppercut 'im! Huppercut 'im, I say!" On the other side, Galton was shrieking hoarsely, "Bore in, Greer! Bore in, me lad!" and Hogan, "G'wan and mash the spalpeen's ribs! Br-reak his long nick! Cr-rush him! Why don't ye hit him on th' head and lay him out?" "Time's up!" announced Madden.
His objections were very weak. "Ah, g'wan!" reiterated Frenchy. "You won't get into the brig for it, that's sure. I'll do it alone. Only see that you keep your mouth shut about it, if you won't help." But Ikey had no intention of seeing his friend have all the fun of the thing. He stopped objecting, and thereafter gave his hearty assistance in the plot.
Now come, beat it down to headquarters if you want to find out any more. You'll find it printed on the pink slips the 'squeal book' by this time. 'Gainst the rules for me to talk," he added with a good-natured grin, then to the crowd: "G'wan, now. You're blockin' traffic. Keep movin'." I turned to Craig and Luigi. Their eyes were riveted on the big gilt sign, half broken, and all askew overhead.
He's a sure thing bettor, he is; odds don't make no difference to him, the shorter the better that's when his own boy's got the mount." "It's all right to be wise after the race," grunted the fat man. "G'wan! the stable didn't have a penny on Lucretia last time; an' what do you suppose made her favorite to-day?" queried the Tout, derisively.
"But, you bonehead," Violet argued candidly, "he had to. That was his part: it was written in the play." "G'wan. If he'd just stalled round and refused to jump through, the author'd 've framed up some other way out. Why blame it! he'd've had to!" "That will be about all for me," said Violet. "I don't feel strong enough to-night to stand any more of your dramatic criticism.
"I guess there's nothing stopping you. G'wan and have your talk. I can't get away. The old dragon wanted to have a talk with me, too, this morning. So did the housekeeper. Everybody does." And he polished harder than ever. "Ha, ha!" Which indicates Father's laughter, though actually it sounded more like "Hick, hick!" As carelessly as he could Father observed: "That's how it goes, all right.
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