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Updated: June 14, 2025
Why, already they're houndin' me down there to go into politics. I guess they want to get me out of this job, 'cause I can't hear crooked money jingle. My hands feels sticky ever' time I think of politics. And even if a fella's hands ain't sticky politics money is. Why, it's like to stick to his feet if he ain't right careful where he walks!" "I wish you would stay to dinner, Mr. Shoop."
"I can't help it, Henry, when I think of ... of all the young lads!... By God, they'd no right to do it!..." "Hush, father!..." "They'd no right to do it! You'd think they were greedy for blood ... young men's blood!" He pointed to an English newspaper lying on the floor. "Did you read that paper?" he said. "Yes." "Houndin' them into it," the old man went on. "Yellin' for young men!
"I gave you my word not to talk unless you went back on me, and I've kept it. You hain't told anybody else?" "Not a soul." "Still, it's been told not once, but a heap o' times. Have you tried chasin' it back to its startin' point?" "Yes; but it is no good. It seems to be in the air." "Well, it's a dum shame. It looks as if you had somebody houndin' you out o' sheer spite.
Delia, she was shy about not havin' much education Mis' Proudfit hed wanted to send her off to school, an' Mis' Crapwell wouldn't hear to it an' Abel kep' talkin' that he was goin' to hev a big church in the City some day, an' I guess that scairt Delia some, an' Jennie kep' frettin' an' houndin' her, one way an' another, an' a-callin' her 'parson's wife' ain't it awful the power them pin-pricky things has if we let 'em?
"Oh, I'd ha' done it," threatened the widow, the tears still on her cheeks. "Think o' them, houndin' poor Mr. Haley so! Why! if my poor sainted Charles was alive, he'd run Cross Moore clean down to the lake an' inter it, I expect, like Walky Dexter's boss. "And if he warn't so proud " "Who is so proud, Mrs.
"Oh, pshaw! major, pshaw!" said Captain Pharo, with deep returning gloom; "seven dollars a week ain't nothin' to the pleasure she'd take, arfter she'd once got spliced onto ye, in houndin' on ye, an' pesterin' ye, an' swipin' the 'arth with ye."
"Hallo! you seem to have found your tongue all of a sudden!" "F-faix, then, it's b-bekaise of yer not houndin' me on. I c-c-can't stand bein' hurried, ye s-see. B-besides, I was havin' me little j-j-joke, an' I scarcely sp-splutter at all whin I'm j-j-jokin'." "Where did you come from?" demanded the chief, sharply. "From P-Pine Tree D-Diggin's." "Oh, indeed? When did you leave the camp?"
It was a terrible story to hear from the lips of the mother, but she grew quieter after telling it, and presently went on her way. The two men watched her out of sight. "I'll tell you what, Cap," said Teague, as he flung himself into the saddle, "they er houndin' airter us.
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