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"I'm a-garn to hick'ry that Bill," she exclaimed weakly. "I tole him to carry me wash-water, and here he is stannin' round thish yer car! George and John's just out, too, and so's Foster. Soon's they git the'r vittles they up and leave me to do the best I kin. Laws! who's garn to pay out money fer fortygraphs?
And I ain't goin' ter 'Rill Scattergood's school never, no more!" "Young man," commanded his father, angrily, "you hold that tongue o' yourn. And you be perlite to your cousin, or I'll dance the dust out o' your jacket with a hick'ry sprout, big as ye be." Janice hastened to change the subject and tune the conversation to a more pleasant key. "It is so pretty all over this hillside," she said.
"Our clo'es was all wove and made on de plan'ation. Our ever'day ones, we called 'hick'ry strips. We had a' plen'y er good uns. We was fitted out an' out each season, an' had two pairs of shoes, an' all de snuff an' 'bacco we wanted every month. "No, not any weddin's. It was kinder dis way.
"Oh, I hadn't heard o' that, Bill, but I'm not surprised," replied Brother Joe. "Many a sailor gets to wear a wooden leg in time. Mine's hick'ry." "So's mine," said Cap'n Bill with a air of pride. "I'm glad I've run across you, Joe, for I often wondered what had become of you. Seems too bad, though, to have to spend all your life under water." "What's the odds?" asked Cap'n Joe.
Pray pardon me, I might have known." The little hostess inclined her head. "Take plenty of butter. 'Cause batter bread isn't good 'thout butter." "Thank you what lovely golden butter. And goodness gracious! What is this I see before me? Can this really be a sausage?" "Yes, sir," laughed Virgie with delight. "And there's the ham. I smoked it myself over hick'ry wood. Please help yourself."
It came to "attention" and then a dead silence followed. "Men," he said, "this is the sword of John Sevier, the rebel that led us up the sides of King's Mountain when every tyrant gun that belched in our face called us rebels!" "Old Hick'ry! Old Hick'ry, forever!" came back from the lines. Again the old sword came to attention, and again a deep hush followed.
"It wouldn't surprise me none to see Mac up and around inside of a couple of weeks, for he's as hard as old hick'ry." "Well, I'm not going to Alamito Ranch and leave him out here to die of neglect, orders or no orders!" said she to the lieutenant. The young officer's face colored; he plucked at his new mustache in embarrassment.
I ain' lay eyes on er dish er kebbage sence I lef dat ar patch on Hick'ry Hill, en all de blackeye peas I'se done seen is what I raise right dar behint dat do'. Es long es Gord A'mighty ondertecks ter feed you, He mought es well feed you ter yo' tase." "There are some eggs in the cupboard," said Eugenia seriously. "You must cook some for supper." Uncle Ish grunted.
"Dat a calp cry, Massa Henry see he dere a canoe not bigger nor a hick'ry nut," and he pointed with his finger to what in fact had the appearance of being little larger; "I wish," he pursued with bitterness, "dey bring him calp of dem billians Desborough Dam him lying tief to hell." "So help me hebben, Obbicer, he no sail around a gun boat, he dam a Yankee.
He filled the blackened ruin of a pipe, shaking in his palsied fingers, clasped it in mumbling, toothless gums: he was so sere, so juiceless, that the smoke trailing from his sunken lips might well have been the spontaneous conflagration of his desiccated interior. "Hollidew's a terrible man for money," he continued, "it hurts him like a cut with a hick'ry to see a dollar go.
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