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"I jes' taut I'd drap in, Kurnel, but didn't speck ter fin' yer sleep," said he, wincing under the Mayor's abstracted gaze. "Oh, I don' want nut'n; don' make er scratch on dat paper. I ain't beggin'," he exclaimed, as the Mayor, recovering, reached for his pen. "That's so Guy; you needn't be a beggar as long as the white people own a crust," he answered, settling back in his chair again.

For my part, I don't see why a man can't make his own skin as clean as a kid's, any time; and if a feller can't be let shake hands with a gall except he has a glove on, why ain't he made to cover his lips, and kiss thro' kid skin too. "But to get back to the kurnel, and it's a pity he hadn't had a glove over his mouth, that's a fact.

He had been something of a thorn in their flesh and doubtless was an evil bird whichever way he might be looked at; still, they had no desire to see him meet such a terrible end. "I heard the dawgs along over there, Kurnel," remarked one of the posse, just about this time. The sheriff brightened up immediately.

He don't draw as much salary, nor put on as many frills as the bigger fellers, but you hain't nothin' to do with that. You kin find fault with the Captain, criticize the Kurnel, and lampoon the General, but you don't want to give the Orderly no slack. He's not to be fooled with. Russell, run up there and snatch that spade to dig ditches around these tents."

"No, thankee, Kurnel," said Si, blushing with delight, and forgetting his fatigue and discomfort, in this condescension and praise from his commanding officer. "I'm a Good Templar." "Sinsible b'y," said the Colonel approvingly, and handing his canteen to Shorty.

"That 'ere chap's a greelye, I strongly 'spect," whispered one, a regular down-east Yankee. "A what?" asked his companion. "Why, a greelye one o' them 'ere Mexikin robbers." "Arrah, now! did yez see the rid sash?" inquired an Irishman. "Thim's captin's," suggested the Yankee. "He's a captin or a kurnel; I'll bet high on that." "What did he say, Nath, as he was running off?"

I see by the grip he tuk that the only way 2 git him wuz 2 tear out the side of the car, and I thought I'd let them tussle it out for a minnit or 2. The others in the car who thought it grate fun to see a Lieutenant-Kurnol wrastlin' with a nigger, laffed and yelled: "Go it, nigger," "Go it, Kurnel," "Grab a root," "I'l bet on the nigger if the car is stout onuf," and sich.

"There was a Kurnel Dun dun plague take his name, I can't recollect it, but it makes no odds I know he is Dun for, though, that's a fact. Well, he was a British kurnel, that was out to Halifax when I was there. I know'd him by sight, I didn't know him by talk, for I didn't fill then the dignified situation I now do, of Attache.

"At least I heard the Kurnel use it one day. "Thankee for yore kind inkwiries az to mi helth? Ime glad to say that Ime all rite, and sound in lung, body and runnin' gear, and " I sinserely hoap that you are injoyin' the blessin's ov helth, and the konsolashuns ov religion."

I'm rangin' sheep heahaboots, an' I hev interest in Kurnel Lee Jorth's bizness. "'Hod do, Mister Bruce, replied Isbel, very civil ant cool as you please. Bruce hed an eye fer the crowd thet was now listenin' an' watchin'. He swaggered closer to Isbel. "'We heerd y'u come into the Tonto Basin to run us sheepmen off the range. How aboot thet? "'Wal, you heerd wrong, said Isbel, quietly.

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