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He's been sleepin' so hard I think he has pounded his ear clean through one o' them bags o' meal. Gin'ral Jackson laughs low an' just a little, and then he takes a peek into the wagon. 'Why, it's young Harry Kenton! he says. 'Let him sleep on till he wakes. He deserves it! Then he lets fall the canvas an' he ups an' rides away. An' if I was in your place, young Mr.
Don't you be so anxious to git into a fight, 'cause you'll have plenty of chances when you can't keep out o' it. 'Sides, Gin'ral Jackson ain't been expectin' you. We're up near the head o' the line an' 'bout an hour ago when we was startin' a whiskered man on a little sorrel hoss rid up an' said: 'Which o' my staff have you got in there?
'Hope, hell! he say, 'it's Phyllis, an' I'll put her before any jury yo're mind to get oh, I've got yo' nailed, Waite, dis time." "Was that all?" "De ol' gin'ral he didn't seem ter know what ter say; he done set dar lookin' off ober de prairie like he was clar flumegasted. He sho' did look like dat black debble hed hit him mighty hard.
Quebeck was surveyed and laid out by a gentleman who had been afflicted with the delirium tremens from childhood, and hence his idees of things was a little irreg'ler. The streets don't lead anywheres in partic'ler, but everywheres in gin'ral. The city is bilt on a variety of perpendicler hills, each hill bein' a trifle wuss nor t'other one.
I'll meet yo' whar yo' say, but ef I can git hol' ob some papers dat's missin' I'll take dat grin off yo' face. De odder one laughed, an' de ol' gin'ral started fo' ter ride away, den he pull up he's hoss, an' look back. 'Yo' sorter herd wid dat kind ob cattle, Bartlett, he say, sharp like, 'maybe yo' know a gambler roun' yere called Hawley? De black debble nebber eben lose he's grin.
I'll have to pay ye back th' money I took fr'm ye f'r ye'er schoolin'. It was obtained be false pretences. "How can I know annything, whin I haven't puzzled out what I am mesilf. I am Dooley, ye say, but ye're on'y a casual obsarver. Ye don't care annything about me details. Ye look at me with a gin'ral eye. Nawthin' that happens to me really hurts ye.
"Command him to de Penetenshy; On Thursday week come on his trial. Oh, my boys, I'm most done! "Dey went and called all de country For to come and see de Nigger Gin'ral. Oh-e-oh! Oh-e-oh! "Some dey call him Archy Mullen `My right name is John Decullen. Oh, my boys, I'm most done! "`I'm here to-day and gone to-morrow; I did not come for to stay for eber. Oh-e-oh! Oh-e-oh!
He nodded shortly. "Better go down there," he said. "Come on, Merry. Tim, stick here and keep an eye on the stuff. And don't start another war while we're gone." "Right, Cap." Tim deftly swung his rifle to his right shoulder. "I'll walk me post in a military manner, keepin' always on the alert and observin' everything that takes place within sight or hearin', accordin' to Gin'ral Order Number Two.
Early next morning shells began to fall in the city. Suddenly the firing ceased. At nine o'clock all prisoners in the jail were sent for, to be exchanged. Preston came with the order from General Howe and news of a truce. "This means yer army is lightin' out," Solomon said to him. "The city will be evacuated," was Preston's answer. "Could I send a message to Gin'ral Hare's house?"
That is," he wiped his mouth meditatively, "he ez good ez allowed it in gin'ral conversation a week ago, Roop." A swift shadow of suspicion darkened the boy's brown eyes. "Is anybody else goin' with us?" he said quickly. "Not this yer trip," replied Uncle Ben complacently.
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