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Margery paused, after her wont, to wait till the sounds had filtered as far as her intellect, then proceeded to give a few angry headshakes. "Eh! Eh! It would become Sir Adrian Landale o' Pulwick Barrownite to have 's meat i' the kitchen it would that. Nay, nay, Mester Adrian, I'm none so old but I can do my day's work yet. Ah! an' it 'ud be well if that gomerl, Renny Potter, 'ud do his'n.
He's the one that ran them Nebraska farmers off'm the Mary Mattock down yander: give 'em notice that he was goin' to sink on them upper claims o' his'n at the gulch head, and that his sump water'd have to be turned loose to go where it had a mind to which'd be straight down the gulch, o' course.
"Ye-ah," drawled old Doc Smithers, precipitating a large mouthful of brown liquid into the fireplace. "Bob, he'll pet 'im, an' that ol' bulldog o' his'n 'ull lick im, an' next thing we know Bob'll be givin' 'im a claim, just like he took in Handsome Harry hisself goin' on two years ago. Look at the dandy, struttin'! Bob buys 'im all them fancy togs an' loves to see 'im wearin' 'em.
"No," said the father, half impatiently, still moving on. "Hain't seen him since yesterday." "Nor has he been at school," said the master, "either yesterday or to-day." Mr. Tribbs looked puzzled and grieved. "Now I reckoned you had kep' him in for some devilment of his'n, or lessons." "Not ALL NIGHT!" said the master, somewhat indignant at this presumption of his arbitrary functions.
He'd slept like a top all night and hadn't no supper either; so when I went to the wagon where he was to fetch him out, he just put them baby arms of his'n around my neck, and says, 'Where's mamma? "I tell you, boys, that nigh played me out. He had no idee, 'cause he was too young to realize what had happened; we know'd his pa was killed, but where his ma was, God only know'd!"
You might a said that in the first place and saved time." When she said that I see I was out of the woods again, and so I was comfortable and glad. Next, she says: "Do you go to church, too?" "Yes regular." "Where do you set?" "Why, in our pew." "WHOSE pew?" "Why, OURN your Uncle Harvey's." "His'n? What does HE want with a pew?" "Wants it to set in. What did you RECKON he wanted with it?"
"When I found it I wondered why he hadn't sold it when he was hard up, which was often 'nough, goodness knows, but after I hid it, he said he'd kept holdin' on to it fer the time when he'd need the money more, but I think he was 'fraid ter sell it. Knowin' 'twa'n't his'n, he thought he might git 'cused er hevin' stolen it."
Some women I know of help a man faster that way than t'other," said the old miner. "Buster's a chump! Just look at all the money he's made off the natives and see the way he treats 'em!" jerking his thumb over his shoulder toward the two asleep in the corner. "And that kid of his'n. He ought to take care of him instead of lettin' him starve to death like this. I swear its a shame!"
"Yes," spoke up Tom Anderson, "'cause de trader's done took your wife, an' got her for his'n now." As Ben Tunnel looked at the speaker, a spasm of agony and anger darkened his face and distorted his features, as if the blood of some strong race were stirring with sudden vigor through his veins.
Did Murphy understand? According to Job Nutt, the shepherd, who was a philosopher in his way, "of course he did he know'd he did: his'n did; for why not your'n?" In the face of such definite assertion there was no room for doubt. Nutt had had his lambing-pens, that year, down in the hollow where there was "burra" from the winds.
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