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'Look at our gre't big army and see how few men you've got, he says. 'S'render, General Taylor, s'render, before we beat you into a cocked hat. General Taylor looks at him no, he doesn't, he looks 'way 'cross the hills, mountains, I mean and says, 'General Taylor never s'renders. And the Mexican whips his pony and gallops away.
I was tellin' him how to go to work on that bung that's formed between the gre't gray rock an' the shore, the awfullest place to bung that there is between this an' Biddeford, and says he: 'Look here, I've be'n boss on this river for twelve year, an' I'll be doggoned if I'm goin' to be taught my business by any man! 'This ain't no river, says I, 'as you'd know, says I, 'if you'd ever lived on the Kennebec. 'Pity you hedn't stayed on it, says he.
"I don't often remember all this," says she, after a little, "but las' spring it all flushed over me; an' w'en I heerd heow Emerline'd be'n sick, I hear a gre't many things ye do' no' nothin' abeout, children, I thought I'd tell her, fust time I see her." "What made you think of it last spring?" asked Stephen. "The laylocks wuz in bloom," said Miss Mirny, "the laylocks wuz in bloom."
Jess had to explode at that, but the odd girl did not even smile. She only stared at the giggling Jess and asked: "Ain't ye well?" "Oh, yes!" gasped Jess. "Well, I didn't know," drawled Liz. "My a'nt what brought me up useter keep a bottle of giggle medicine for us gals. An' it was nasty tastin' stuff, too. She made us take a gre't spoonful if we laffed at table, or after we gotter bed nights.
"He tuk me wid 'im dat evenin', an' he tell me he hed done git a letter from Miss Anne, an' Marse Chan he eyes look like gre't big stars, an' he face wuz jes' like 'twuz dat mawnin' when de sun riz up over de low groun', an' I see 'im stan'in' dyah wid de pistil in he han', lookin' at it, an' not knowin' but what it mout be de lars' time, an' he done mek up he mine not to shoot ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin fur Miss Anne's sake, what writ 'im de letter.
Well, bro'n an' sisters" both arms going out, and his voice going up "one day, seems like, he was in gre't haste got to finish a psalm for a monthly concert, or such and some man incorrupted him, and lied; and bein' in gre't haste and a little old Adam in him he says, right off, quick: 'All men are liars! But see when he gets a little time to set back and meditate, he says: 'Dis won' do dere's Moses, an' Job, an' Paul dey ain't liars! An' den he don' sneak out, and 'low he said, 'All men is lions, or such.
"Belike they don't," responded Jacob, "but when they get Ad'line to come round to their ways o' thinkin' now, after what's been and gone, they'll have cause to thank themselves. She's just like her gre't grandsir Thacher; you can see she's made out o' the same stuff. You might ha' burnt him to the stake, and he'd stick to it he liked it better'n hanging and al'ays meant to die that way.
This gre't boat gets easy bothered with anything trailin'. 'Tain't breakin' much on the meetin'-house ledges; guess I can fetch in to Shell-heap." "How long is it since Miss Joanna Todd died?" I asked, partly by way of explanation. "Twenty-two years come September," answered the captain, after reflection.
I'll have you some cambric tea and fry you some hot cakes in a jiffy. A good supper'll het you up. I'd take shame to myself, Peter Collins, if I was you" she scowled at her husband as she bustled about "a gre't big man like you skeerin' a po' little thing like that! What diff'rence do it make who she is or whar she come from?
He had ventured on this remonstrance before, the only one he permitted himself against his housekeeper's ways, and at the instant of making it, he realized its futility. "The gre't lamp's all full," said the Widder, warming her apron and pressing it to her poulticed face. "You can light it, if you've got the heart to.
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