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"Millionaires is gin'rally fools," continued Peke; "they buys all they wants, an' then they aint got nothin' more to live for. They gits into motor-cars an' scours the country, but they never sees it. They never 'ears the birds singin', an' they misses all the flowers. They never smells the vi'lets nor the mayblossom they on'y gits their own petrol stench wi' the flavour o' the dust mixed in.
He jis' ris up in de bed, clutched dem in his han's, smiled, an' gasped out, 'I'se free at las'; an' fell back on de pillar, an' he war gone. Oh, but he war spunky. De oberseers, arter dey foun' out who he war, gin'rally gabe him a wide birth. I specs his father war some ole Guinea king." "Well, chillen," said Uncle Daniel, "we's kept up dis meeting long enough.
He gin'rally says, `I not un'r'stan' English ver' well, shakes his head an' grins, but the Cappen never listens to his answers, bein' too busy loadin' and primin' for another broadside." The man to whom he referred cut short the conversation at this point by shouting down the stair: "Hallo! Gillie, you powder-monkey, where are my shoes?"
That's what he says to me" He stopped half confused, and then added abruptly: "That's one o' my investments." "Why, Captain Jim, I never suspected that you" "Oh, I don't WRITE it," he interrupted hastily. "I only furnish the money and the advertising, and run it gin'rally, you know; and I'm responsible for it.
"Two now, and two in the morning," continued the captain, quietly releasing one hand only to place two enormous pills in the mouth of the excited Catron, "thar now a drink o' whisky thar, that'll do just enough to take the taste out of yer mouth, wash it down, and belay it, so to speak. And how are the mills running, gin'rally, over at the Bar?"
An' in all de goin' on sixty-two yeahs of my life I ain't never seen no pusson callin' theyselves Affikins dat had dat kind of a sickly greenish-yaller-whitish complexion but whut trouble come pourin' frum 'em sooner or later, an' most gin'rally sooner, lak manna pourin' from de gourd of de Prophet Jonah. Dat man is a ravelin' wolf, ef ever I seen one."
"Gin'rally with this gun," returned McKinstry with slow gravity, indicating the rifle he was carrying, "for I ain't kam. I let on to Seth's father that if I ever found Seth and Cressy together again, I'd shoot him. It made a sort o' coolness betwixt the families, and hez given some comfort to them low-down Harrisons; but even the law, I reckon, recognizes a father's rights.
I knew how ill he was, and I knew that any shock might kill him. Besides, how could I drag you into it, when you had done so much already? It would have been dreadful. No, I thought it all out, and decided I must face it alone." "Well, I tell you this, Elsie; pretty gin'rally a mean dog 'll bite if he sees you're afraid of him.
"I gin'rally feel right po'ly after dinner, and I'm use ter takin' forty winks." Janice did not wonder that her aunt felt "right po'ly." She had eaten more pork, potatoes, spring cabbage and fresh bread than would have served a hearty man. "Let's get rid of the dishes first, Aunty," said Janice, cheerfully. "You can get your nap afterward." "Wa-al," agreed Mrs. Day, slowly rising.
"Well, suh, you see I mos' gin'rally starts de day off wid breakfust, an' to tell you de truth I ain't had nary grain of breakfust yit!" "Got the breakfast habit, eh? Well, come on with me to the cook house and I'll see if there ain't something left over." Despite the nature of his calling as a tamer of ferocious denizens of the tropic jungle, Mr.
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