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Updated: May 18, 2025
I thing I muz be go'n' to die torecklie." She looked up to the ceiling with large eyes, and then again at the fan in her lap, which continued its spreading and shutting. "An' daz de riz'n, 'Sieur Grandissime." She waited until it was certain he was about to answer, and then interrupted him nervously: "You know, 'Sieur Grandissime, id woon be righd! Id woon be de juztiz to you!
"When a fellah goes out huntin' and shoots a squirrel, do you think he's go'n' to let another fellah pick him up and kerry him off? Not if he's got a double-berril gun, and t'other berril ha'n't been fired off yet! I should like to see the mahn that'll take off that seddle 'n' bridle, excep' the one th't hez a fair right to the whole concern!"
I know the way to the deepot, Prue, Yes sir, we'll go'n see Randy. I guess she'll be glad 'nough ter see us 'n wont you be glad to see her, though?" Little Prue's eyes grew round with delight. Since Randy was to be away from home, of course the best thing would be to go to her. "Do you truly know the way?" asked Prue, eagerly, laying her little hand upon Hi's arm. "Guess I do.
Reverdy drew rein and faced the Squire with a solemnity presently yielding to his natural desire to grin at any form of joke, and his belief that when the Squire indulged such flagrant irreverence as this he must be joking. Yet he answered evasively: "You hearn't he says now he hain't never go'n to die?" "No. But I'm not surprised to hear it; about the next thing on the docket.
"I heard some of the men say you was a Yank, and I reckon you be," said Spikeley. "What are you go'n to do?" "I am going to get you into your bunk, where you will be more comfortable than you are here. Move on!" The man obeyed; for he was unarmed, and he did not like the looks of the revolver. Without another word, he moved forward, and descended to the forecastle.
"Hermidas never come back!" "I'll bet he went away home. You'll find him at Saint Agathe in the spring. You can't be such fools as to believe in Windegos." "Don't you say dat name some more!" yelled Big Baptiste, now fierce with fright. "Hain't I just seen de track? I'm go'n' back, me, if I don't get a copper of pay for de whole winter!"
'You look good enough in anything that's respectable, I said. 'Kind o' wanted to look a leetle extry good, as ye might say, said Uncle Eb, groping in his big carpet-bag. 'Hope, she's terrible proud, an' if they should hev a leetle fiddlin' an' dancin' some night we'd want t' be as stylish as any on em. B'lieve I'll go'n git me a spang, bran' new suit, anyway, 'fore we go up t' Fuller's.
"You ain't surely go'n' to cross de track?" cried Baptiste. "Not now, anyway," said Tom. "But wait till I see it." When he reached the mysterious track it surprised him so greatly that he easily forgave Baptiste's fears. If a giant having ill-shaped feet as long as Tom's snow-shoes had passed by in moccasins, the main features of the indentations might have been produced.
'Shucks! said Uncle Eb, 'he ain' no fool if he is a good speller not by a dum sight! 'Tip, said David, 'you'll find a box in the sleigh 'at come by express. I wish ye'd go'n git it. We all stood looking while Tip brought it in and pried off the top boards with a hatchet. 'Careful, now! Uncle Eb cautioned him. 'Might spile sumthin'. The top off, Uncle Eb removed a layer of pasteboard.
"Because, Coffin," said Captain Pharo, with a smile of deep meaning, "because thar's so many things that when they're onct finished they 're completely done for in this world; eat a meal o' vittles and thar 's the end on't; smoke a pipe an' she runs dead; I like t' have one thing left over. I like to feel, Coffin, by clam! 't thar's somethin' 't thar ain't go'n' to be no end on!"
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