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'I had a reg'lar new fit out o' clothes that mornin', gen'l'men of the jury, said Sam, 'and that was a wery partickler and uncommon circumstance vith me in those days. Hereupon there was a general laugh; and the little judge, looking with an angry countenance over his desk, said, 'You had better be careful, Sir. 'So Mr.
In the first place, the gen'l'men that owns this railroad don't want their upholsterry et by little girls, an', besides, it's makin' your mouth all red an', second-place, the cars isn't the time to sleep leastwise, not so early in the mornin'. Miss Claire, child, don't look so scared! You ain't committin' no crime goin' along with us, an' he'll never suspicion anyhow.
The story transpiring, ten or twelve of the boys had dropped in during the morning, and got shaved on the same terms. "By golly, gen'l'men!" expostulated the professor, "ef dis yah thing goes on, dis darkey will be cleaned cl'ar out fo de week's done."
"I beg your pardon, gen'l'men," cries the miserable wretch, "but I want h'air." "Go to the barber's and buy a wig, then!" says the "Crow", elated at the success of his last sally. "Oh, sir, my back!" "Get up!" groaned someone in the darkness. "Oh, Lord, I'm smothering! Here, sentry!" "Vater!" cried the little cockney. "Give us a drop o' vater, for mercy's sake.
'Ten shillings too much, said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. 'Come! said Gamfield; 'say four pound, gen'l'men. Say four pound, and you've got rid of him for good and all. There! 'Three pound ten, repeated Mr. Limbkins, firmly. 'Come! I'll split the diff'erence, gen'l'men, urged Gamfield. 'Three pound fifteen. 'Not a farthing more, was the firm reply of Mr. Limbkins.
'You're desperate hard upon me, gen'l'men, said Gamfield, wavering. 'Pooh! pooh! nonsense! said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. 'He'd be cheap with nothing at all, as a premium. Take him, you silly fellow! He's just the boy for you. He wants the stick, now and then: it'll do him good; and his board needn't come very expensive, for he hasn't been overfed since he was born. Ha! ha! ha! Mr.
It was Peter, and alone, who met her at the station with the wagonette. The high ecstasy of her shrinking fell like collapsing walls beneath her. Life was grey, level, flat. "Mrs. Garnier's po'ly this mornin'," Pete told her as they drove homeward. "Mis' Cha'lotte wouldn't leave her to come, and Mr. Willy, he's been gone for a week now, down to the grasswater with a pahty of gen'l'men, as guide."
When they had got down to fine sand, "Look!" screamed the Boy. "By the Lord!" said the Colonel softly. "Is that " "Looks like you got some colours there. Gosh! Then I ain't been dreamin' after all." "Hey? Dreamin'? What? Look! Look!" "That's why I brought you gen'l'men out," says the mackinaw man. "I was afraid to trust my senses thought I was gettin' wheels in my head." "Lord! look at the gold!"
"Afo' we comin' ter de sto', I heah ole Bijah gibbin tongue lak mad, an' I say, 'Him treed um' gen'l'men! him treed um fer sho'. But when we comin' dar, an' look in der do', I feelin' mighty sick. Dat ar cullud gill she up in er cheer er-shyin' she umbrel at Bijah, an' him jes a dancin' 'roun', an' er-yelpin'. "Well, ef dem fellers ain't laff! Dey jes roll deirselfs in de dus'.
A porter appeared in the rear platform and shouted a warning to all those on the ground. "Get yo' things together. The boats'll be ready in ten minutes, ladies and gen'l'men." The locomotive uttered a few sharp whistles to reinforce his shouts, and everybody made a rush for the cars.
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