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You're right in on de ground floor. His voice became appealing. 'Say, Sam, don't be a hawg. Let's go fifty-fifty in dis deal. My bunch and me has come a hell of a number of miles on dis proposition, and dere ain't no need for us to fall scrappin' over it. Dere's plenty for all of us. Old man Ford'll cough up enough for every one, and dere won't be any fuss.
Like to have you do it, but I guess we'll have to have a man to do the heavy lifting, I s'pose." "I s'pose not, sir! I am jest as able to yank a hawg as ever, sir; yes, sir, demmit demmit! Do you think I've got one foot in the grave?" Nevertheless, Daddy often failed to come to time on appointed days, and it was painful to hear him trying to explain, trying to make light of it all.
"Don't be a hawg," cried the second man. "You ain't the only one with a poke. Gimme a chance at it." "Huh!" sneered the craps-player. "You'd think it was a stampede, you're so goshdanged eager about it." Men crowded and jostled for the opportunity to contribute, and when they were satisfied, Smoke hefted the heavy basin with both hands and grinned.
When Bill rides up to his door about second-drink time Monday afternoon, Olson is shorely even on that hawg. Thar lays Zekiel, dead. He's jest set thar with them buck-shot an' felt himse'f to death.
Whereas killin' the hawg is 'way to one side of the mark; an' onder. "However, as I states, Bill bein' hasty that a-way, an' oncapable of perhaps refined reasonin', downs the pig, an' stands pat, waitin' for Olson to fill his hand, if he feels so moved. "It's at this pinch where the cowardly nacher of this yere Olson begins to shine.
Jennings to pull upon the other handle of the hog-hook. He considered he conferred a distinct honor in this selection. "The time's been, sir, when I wouldn't thank any man for his help. No, sir, wouldn't thank 'im." "What do you do with these things?" asked one of the men, kicking two iron candlesticks which the old man laid conveniently near. "Scrape a hawg with them, sir?
"Is I? Boy, is you evuh hear tell o' Mistuh Abe Linkum? Aftuh Gin'ral Sherman bun down de big house smack en smoove, en tote off all de cow en mule en hawg en t'ing, en dem Yankees tief all de fowl, en we-all run lak rabbit, Mistuh Linkum done sen' word we 's free. En jus' lak Mistuh Linkum say, hit 's so; aftuh us git shet o' Gin'ral Sherman, we 's free.
Ef I had knowed yer wanted ter eat a cow, I'd 'a' took you up to de slaughter-house! Go fer de little ones, bo. Yer don't gain nuttin' by bein' a hawg. Take it from me it's straight!" "Bo" went for the little ones. He had learned his lesson of experience, and profited thereby.
"Yes, seh, on that tavehn cohnah, a-settin' on a cheer an' a-chestin' out his chest lahk a ole ma'ash frawg. 'Peahs like the man ain't got hawg sense, ack'in' that a-way." A concluding sniff left it plain that Potts had been put beyond the pale of gentility by Clem.
So Pringle wriggled out with his canteen, selected a horse, and rode quietly through the open gate. "Going already?" called Robbins as he passed. Secure under cover of darkness, Pringle answered in the voice of one who, riding, eats: "Yes, indeedy; I ain't no hawg. Wasn't much hungry nohow!" At the foot of Little Thumb Butte a lengthening semicircle of fire flared through the night.
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