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Turning his great blue eyes full upon me, he suddenly shot this inquiry, “Be he bar, ecutock or werwolf?” “He is the finest adjusted, easiest running, most exquisitely balanced, highest geared bit of human machinery I ever saw,” I answered enthusiastically. “Wall, maybe ye are right, Le-loo, an’ maybe ye hain’t; which is catamount to saying, maybe it is a man and maybe it tain’t.”
But the head navvy merely hitched up his trousers, and said, “Why, Soondays hain’t cropt out here yet!” In short, the navvies were little better than heathens, and the village of Kilsby was not restored to its wonted quiet until the tunnel-works were finished, and the engines and scaffoldings removed, leaving only the immense masses of débris around the line of shafts which extend along the top of the tunnel.
I wish you had seen Dick; it can’t be; he’s gone forever." "Have you no daguerreotype of him?" asked William. "No, I hain’t, but his folks have; and Mr. Miller and Kate are going home this summer, and they’ll fetch me one. That makes me think Sunshine is so puny and sick like, that I’m goin’ to let her go North with them.
"I hain’t noticed nothing" answered Judy, who chanced to be out of sorts, because, as she said, "the white folks had done et up every atom of egg; they didn’t even leave her the yaller of one!" "Well, suthin in his laugh kerried me back to the old plantation in Carlina, and I b’lieve, between you and me, Judy, that Marster William’s here," said Katy.
"Dun know; hain’t nothing to sell ’cept my t’other hat and a bushel of hickory-nuts," answered Bob; "but I reckon how marster ax about five hundred, ’case I’s right spry when I hain’t got the rheumatiz." "Got the rheumatiz, have you, Bob? Where?" "In my belly, sar," answered Bob. Here the young men burst into a loud laugh, and Raymond said, "Five hundred is cheap, Bob; I’ll give more than that."
But he had never ceased his monotonous unwinding. “Thar hain’t no manner o’ doubt, marm,” he was saying, “thet he did hev the sympathy o’ the intire community ez far ez they was free to express it barrin’ a few. Fur he was a likely young chap, that warn’t no two opinions o’ that. Free with his money alluz ready to set up fur a friend.
“Ah!” I exclaimed, “the dogs. You startled me; I thought it was Indians.” “I wish it was nothing wuss,” muttered my guide, as he examined his weapons with a critical eye and loosened the cartridges for his revolvers in his belt to make sure that they would be easy to pluck out. “Those hain’t our dogs, mister,” he remarked after he had examined his whole arsenal.
“Doggone my corn shucked bones, Le-loo, we’ve had a visitor but it got away mighty slick and quick. I hain’t determint yit whether it wa’ man er beast er both, er jist a thing wha’ might change into ’tother. We’ll hafter investigate later. Here git these duds on.”
“Waugh, Le-loo! tha’s no witchcraft ’bout this ’cep the magic of common-sense; but we hain’t through with him yit!” By this time Pete had the end of the rawhide rope in his hands and was testing the strength of its anchorage upon the opposite cliff.
“Rot my hide!” he exclaimed, “if I hain’t had a neighbor all these years and never knowed it. Waugh!
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