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"They do down here," said Russ, reaching the kennel and looking in while Bobo stood by as though he still wondered why Mun Bun and Margy had tried to turn him out of his house. Just then one of the colored men, who was a gardener, came along and stooped to look into the kennel too. "For de lan's sake!" he cried, "what you childern doin' in dat dog kennel?"
"Feel like I was being smothered by a complete suit of sails. That you, Tunis?" "Yes, Cap'n Ira. You're all right now. Hold on! Don't let's mess up Aunt Prue's wrapper more than can be helped. 'Vast there!" "I swan! Don't it beat all what a pickle we get into? We ain't no more fit to be alone, me an' Prue, than a pair o' babies. For the lan's sake, Tunis! Who is that?"
Neither of the girls heard a rap at the door, and both were surprised when Aunt Connie, who had opened the door and stood waiting, exclaimed: "Fo' lan's sake! Wat you lettin' that darky dress up in you' clo'es fer, Missy Sylvia?" "They are her own clothes now, Aunt Connie," Sylvia explained. "My mother said I might give them to her." For a moment the negro woman stood silent.
George had been lost in the maze of dripping linen. "Go'way f'om dar, you fool nigger, mussin' up my wash! Keep yo' black haid off'er dem sheets, I tell ye, 'fo' I smack ye! "Well, fer de lan's sakes, Marse George. What ye come down yere fer? Here lemme git dat basket outer yo' way No, dem hands ain't fit fer nobody to shake My! but I's mighty glad ter see ye!
Others again were timid and shy, and so little accustomed to seeing people, that they could not muster sufficient courage to come. Hence it was that despite the large number of female relatives in the clan, none came but Chia Lan's mother, nee Lou, who brought Chia Lan with her. In the way of men, there were only Chia Ch'in, Chia Yuen, Chia Ch'ang and Chia Ling; the four of them and no others.
"It's because, in a sense, we a-got so much lan'. Many's the time I could a-sole pahts of it, an' refused, only because that particulah sale wouldn't a-met the object fo' which the whole tract has always been held. It was yo' dear grandfather's ambition, an' his father's befo' him, to fill these lan's with a great population, p'osp'ous an' happy.
She'll go purty soon she's as full of holes as th' Bad Lan's," replied Johnny. "Git aholt an' hop along, Hopalong." He helped the swearing Hopalong inside, and then the lead they pumped into the wrecked door was scandalous. Another panel fell in and Hopalong's "C" was destroyed. A wide crack appeared in the one above it and grew rapidly. Its mate began to gape and finally both were driven in.
Jill was surly and silent; Jack kept up a whining that smote on Lan's heart with a reproachful sound, but he braced himself with, "Guess they're better out of the way; couldn't afford another storeroom racket," and soon the pine forest had swallowed up the stranger, his three led horses, and the two little Bears.
Lan's nearest neighbor was Lou Bonamy, an ex-cowboy and sheep-herder, now a prospecting miner. He lived, with his dog, in a shanty about a mile below Kellyan's shack. Bonamy had seen Jack "perform on a bee-crew." And one day, as he came to Kellyan's, he called out: "Lan, bring Jack here and we'll have some fun." He led the way down the stream into the woods.
As I walked aft, the mate went with me pace for pace, poking more fun at me. To which I dared not answer, as I was impelled, because he was strong and I was very frail ... and always, when on the verge of danger, or a physical encounter, the memory of my Uncle Lan's beatings would now crash into my memory like an earthquake, and render my resolution and sinews all a-tremble and unstrung.
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