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I had him here eight year and he was the remarkablest cat I ever see. He was a large grey one of the Tom specie, an' he had more hard, natchral sense than any man in this camp 'n' a power of dignity he wouldn't let the Gov'ner of Californy be familiar with him. He never ketched a rat in his life 'peared to be above it. He never cared for nothing but mining.
I whooped her up fur ole Car'liny when she went out, I done the same when our gov'ner grabbed the forts along the coast, an' I yelled fit to split when our folks licked 'em at Charleston. Any man in the settlement or in Nashville will tell ye that them words of mine is nothing but the gospel truth."
"Don't know nothink about it, gov'ner." Blake pointed to the spot upon the deck. "What's that, then?" he demanded. The steward moved, uneasily. "A spot I just be'n a-cleanin' of, gov'ner." Blake pointed to the bucket. "And that?" he persisted. "Water, sir." "And ?" The steward slowly drew the back of his hand across dry lips. And then, in a swift rush of strangled words: "Blood, gov'ner.
"De docthar he foun' dat out, sah. I reckon' he thought maybe he ought ter know; fearin' as how ye might die. He done looked through yer pockets, sah, an' he took two papers whut he foun' dar away wid him. He done tol' me as how yer wus an offercer in de army a leftenant, er sumthin' an' thet dem papers ought fer ter be sint ter de Gov'ner et onct.
Had let his cigarette go out he wore one in his face as regularly as some fellows wear a pink in their buttonhole and it was drooping from his lower lip, instead of sticking up under his nose in the old sporty, sassy way. "Oh, gov'ner!" he cried as he slammed the door behind him; "the market's gone to hell."
Just because the gov'ner has been soft enough to let you countrymen walk all over him, it don't foller that I'm going to be. I'm boss here for this summer. My name's He told me his name, and how his dad had turned the place over to him for the season, and a lot more. 'I put those signs up, he says, 'to keep just such fellers as you are off my property.
I had him here eight year and he was the remarkablest cat I ever see. He was a large gray one of the Tom specie, an' he had more hard, natchral sense than any man in this camp 'n' a power of dignity he wouldn't let the Gov'ner of Californy be familiar with him. He never ketched a rat in his life 'peared to be above it. He never cared for nothing but mining.
VICTORIA, who is Queen of England, and has all the luxuries of the markets, includin' game in its season, don't bother herself much about Canady, but lets her do 'bout as she's mighter. She, however, gin'rally keeps her supplied with a lord, who's called a Gov'ner Gin'ral.
'P'raps he might ha' throw'd a small light on that 'ere liver complaint as we wos a-speakin' on, just now. Hows'ever, if he's dead, and ain't left the bisness to nobody, there's an end on it. Go on, Sammy, said Mr. Weller, with a sigh. 'Well, said Sam, 'you've been a-prophecyin' avay about wot'll happen to the gov'ner if he's left alone. Don't you see any way o' takin' care on him?
The gov'ner out thar in the settlements says as how he'll give five hundred dollars fer me, livin' or dead. He'll nuver git me livin' I've swore that 'n' as I hev done nothin' sech as folks on both sides hev done who air walkin' roun' free, I hain't goin' to give up. Hit's purty hard to leave these mount'ins. Reckon I'll nuver see 'em ag'in. Been livin' like a catamount over thar on the knob.
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