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An' to t'ink dat Samuel 'Rastus Washington Jackson Johnson, mah own second cousin, should try t' rob mah chicken coop! Oh, won't I gib it t' him!" "Are you sure, Rad?" asked Tom. "Suah? Sartin I'se suah, Massa Tom," was the answer as the startled colored man on the screen stared at the small audience. "I'd know dat face ob his'n anywhere."
"Heigho!" cried Jock, "what's this game of fox and geese you're a-playin' among the farmers?" "C-callate to git the steeple done before frost?" inquired Jethro, without so much as a smile. "B-build it tight, Jock b-build it tight." "Guess he'll build his'n tight, whatever it is," said Jock, looking after him as Jethro made his way to the little tannery near by.
Just like this wasn't as much God's country as any place you can name! It's all His'n when you come down to the p'int, I reckon. But how a woman acts when she takes it I can't so much say for I never knew but one that had it. She up and killed a man." "Oh, that was terrible! Did she lose her mind?" "Well, I don't know but you could say she did. You see she married a sheepman.
'I reckon, she said, after a pause, 'as John Thistlewood's had the spoiling of thee. Thee'st got to think so much o' them bulldog ways of his'n, that nothin' less 'll be of use to any man as comes a-courtin'. 'Don't talk about it any more, mother, said Bertha, with an air of weary want of interest. 'I have said good-bye to both of them. And there the interview ended.
"I took twenty of my men up there yisterday, and a bunch of Sam Hatcher's from acrosst the river was to join us and smoke that wolf out of his hole and hang his damn hide on his cussed bob-wire fence. But hell! they was ditched in around that shack of his'n, I tell you, gentlemen, and he peppered us so hard we had to streak out of there.
Startin' on one o' them long legs o' his'n now," and the captain's eye rested on the sloop beating up Fisher's Island way. "And, Billy, 'fore ye go ashore, jump into the yawl and take a look at that snatch block on the spar buoy, that clam digger may want it 'fore night." This spar buoy lay a few hundred yards off the Whale's Snout.
And so he rode on howewards, occasionally a lookin' down on the Deacon with looks that I hope the recordin' angel didn't photograph, so dire, and so revengeful, and jealous, and and everything, they wuz. And ever, after ketchin' the look in my eye, the look in his'n would change to a heart-rendin' one of remorse, and sorrow, and shame for what he had done.
She leaned forward, her face brightening. "You tole him to git away to-night?" she half-whispered, eagerly. "I thought you said you wuzn't a friend o' his'n." "That is what I said." "Then, whut did you warn him to git away fer?" He was thinking rapidly. "I did it on account of Miss Gwyn, Moll," he replied, evasively. "Do you think he'll go?" she asked, a fierce note of anxiety in her voice.
You fergit the wrong part of yourself. I left him purty soon, and went along to bed. My room was next to his'n, and they was a door between, so the two could be rented together if wanted, I suppose.
But the sound of the crowd going into the road, and their footsteps dying away, and then after that their voices quitting, all made but very little sense to me. I could scarcely realize that the danger was over. I hadn't been paying much attention to Doctor Kirby while the colonel was making that grandstand play of his'n, and getting away with it.
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