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It was ten minutes before she came around and said feebly: "I'm dyin', Hillard, it's kilt me to think I'll not have to wuck any mo'." "Oh, no, Tabitha, I wouldn't die fur that," he said soothingly. "It's terrible suddent like, I kno', an' hard fur you to stan', but try to bear it, honey, fur our sakes.
"You you don't! you kno know noth-in'; An' now I'll have a smash, by the the holy man, I'll I'll smash every thing in in the house." He then took up a chair, which, by one blow against the floor, he crashed to pieces. "Now," said he, "tha that's number one; whe where's that whelp, Mul Mulrennan, till I pay pay him for stayin' out so so late.
Nigger property isn't of much account, but you're too good a darky, June, to be sent to the devil for a charge of turpentine. 'Tank you, massa, but you dun kno' dis ole ting like I do. You cudn't blow her up nohow; I'se tried her afore dis way. The negro did not seem at all alarmed, for he showed his ivories in a broad grin as he replied, 'Jess as you say, massa; you'se de boss in dis shanty.
It was too solemn for Uncle Davy. He began to whimper again: "I didn't think I would ever live to see the day when I'd hear my own will read after I was dead, an' Hillard a-readin' it around my own corpse. It's Tilly's handwrite," he explained, as he saw the Bishop scrutinizing the testament closely. "I can't write, as you kno', but I've made my mark at the end, an' I want you to witness it."
But now I am cumm'd to my writing agen, will your Honner be pleased to tell me, if as how there be any danger to your Honner's life from this bisness; for my cuzzen is actile hier'd to go down to Miss Batirton's frendes to see if they will stir in it: for you must kno' your Honner, as how he lived in the Batirton family at the time, and could be a good evidense, and all that.
She don't kno' nothin' ain't knowed nothin' since last night, an' she thinks she's in the mill my God, it's awful! The little thing keeps reaching out in her delirium an' tryin' to piece the broken threads, an' then she falls back pantin' on her pillow an' says, pitful like 'the thread the thread is broken! an' that's jes' it, Bud the thread is broken!"
Then there's the wild-duck. I wanter kno' when the mallards go south." In a few minutes he had hid himself behind a tree in a clump of brush. He was silent for ten minutes, so silent that only the falling leaves could be heard. Then very cautiously he imitated the call of the gray squirrel once, twice, and still again. He had not long to wait.
"You kno' you done it, Bud Billins I followed you an' listened when you tuck up the cat an' you whispered in the cat's year that your spliced an' wedded wife was a a she devil!" "It tuck two plates that time, Mister Kingsley that's the time Bud didn't draw no pay fur two weeks.
Yas, I kno' yer brother leastways hev seen him an' heerd heeps about him. Letters uv his name spell Ned Harris, not?" "Yes, sir; but how can you know him? Few do, in Deadwood." "Nevyer mind that, my puss. Ole Walsingham Nix do kno' a few things yet, ef he ar' a hard old nut fer w'ich thar is not cra'kin'." Anita looked at Redburn, doubtfully.
"I am sorry I have hurt you," said the minister, not a little relieved at the sound; "but how dared you write such a such an insolence? A clergyman never gets drunk." Gibbie picked up the frame which the minister had dropped in his fall: a piece of the slate was still sticking in one side, and he wrote upon it: I will kno better the next time.
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