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"He wanted to dress his wife an' chillen lak white folks, did he? Well, he foun' out, he foun' out. By de time de jedge git thoo wid him he won't be hol'in' his haid so high." "Wy, dat gal o' his'n," broke in old Isaac Brown indignantly, "w'y, she would n' speak to my gal, Minty, when she met huh on de street. I reckon she come down off'n huh high hoss now."
He stepped to the table, put his hand under the cloak, drew out a revolver, dropped it, pointing towards Rablay's face, and pulled the trigger. A sharp click. That revolver, at any rate, was unloaded. Quick as thought Crocker stepped between Hitchcock and the table. Then he said: "It's your turn now, Jedge!"
And the game, Jim says, wasn't to be told about without ye wanted to be called a liar big black-nosed buffaloes that packed together so the whole placed seemed moving, and elk and deer and bar past counting.... Wal, neighbours, ye've seen it with your own eyes and can jedge if Jim was a true prophet.
"But, Jasper, he's the son of a United States Jedge." "Wall, but thar ain't no objection to that, is there?" "Oh, how tormentin' a man kin be when he tries." "Oh, how tormentin' a woman kin be when she don't try." "Did anybody ever hear the like? Jasper, don't you see how much Lou is a thinkin' of him? Air you so blind that you can't see that?
Jedge Custis is comin' for you, aunty. I'm yer to take you home." She did not speak at all, and Phoebus lifted her without resistance nearer to the moonlight. Her lips mumbled unintelligibly, her eyes were dull, she did not seem to know them. Samson crawled forward, and also called her name kindly: "Aunt Hominy, Miss Vesty's sent fur you. Dis yer is Jimmy Phoebus."
"Texas Thompson is a jedge of whiskey sech as any gent might tie to. He's a middlin' shot with a Colt's .44 an' can protect himse'f at poker. But nobody ever reckons before that Texas can think. Which I even yet deems this partic'lar time a inspiration, in which event Texas Thompson don't have to think. "It's over in the Red Light the second after. noon when Texas turns loose a whole lot.
"I 'spect you's de only one, Jimmy; we's all chained up; dese nigger-dealers is all blacksmifs an' keeps balls, hobbles, gripes, an' clevises, an' loads us wid iron." "Who is that woman back yonder so quare an' still?" "Why, Jimmy, don't you know Aunt Hominy, Jedge Custis's ole cook?
Do tell me, Mr. Crocker, will it be good weather to-morrer? I wanted to take a little walk up to the village about four o'clock if it was." And then Beriah'd swell out like a puffing pig and put on airs and look out of the winder, and crow: "Yes'm, I jedge that we'll have a southerly breeze in the morning with some fog, but nothing to last, nothing to last. The afternoon, I cal'late, 'll be fair.
"Paddlin' off, eh?" said Jim, with a comical smile. "Witness," said the Judge, "be silent and step down." "No 'fense, Jedge, I hope?" "Step down, sir." Jim saw that matters were growing serious.
Bill Hatfield's gettin' to be a loonatic. I tells him the last time I has my hoss shod that if he keeps on pourin' down that Hickman whiskey, he'll shorely die, an' begin by dyin' at the top. These yere illoosions of his shows I drives the center. Then the Jedge oncovers the basket an' turns out the little hawg. When nigger Dick sees him, he falls on his knees.
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