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Las' time Aunt Jemima was yere she say de doctor 'lowed her kittens was 'fected." St. George roared: "Well, whatever she's got, I'm going to pay my respects to her; I've neglected Aunt Jemima too long. No my best hat don't forget that I'm going to call on a very distinguished colored lady. Come, out with it. How far does she live from the market?" "Jes' 'bout's far's from yere to de church.
Roubidoux to go among the Arapahoe Indians to trade for furs and buffalo robes. Uncle Kit Carson pulled out for home and when he was starting he said he had done his last trapping and he was going home to his sheep ranch and take things easy. "For," said he, "I had the wust luck last winter that I ever had in my life, when I had 'lowed to have the best. I'm gittin old enough to quit."
"De ole gentlemun, he 'lowed puticler you wa'n't to run no resk 'count o' him." "Where is he?" I asked. "In the thick of it?" "No, sir; he's lay'n' down in a little alley clean off d' street." "Come on, then; you'll have to show me where it is. I won't let you get hurt."
He was on his back in the big field of his uncle's Michigan farm, gazing upward at the white, rapidly shifting clouds. The unimpeded western breeze made little harmonies of sound as it swept through the tall, waving grass; strange birds carolled joyously from the orchard by the road, and near at hand the old, brown Jersey lowed lovingly to her ungainly calf.
"Found 'em hanging in the lodge that usen to belong to the Great Bear," said the hunter, and then with grim humor: "'Lowed to keep 'em to ricollect ye by if so be ye was foreordained and predestinated to go up in a fiery chariot, like the good old Elijah." The weapons disposed of, he made answer to my query.
Well, you thes watch an' see what stan' the Government's gwineter take 'bout Ab Bonner, an' ef hit don't take no stan', you thes drap in thar an' tell 'em how you seed er ole man name Teague Poteet, an' he 'lowed that the revenue fellers better not git too clost ter Hog Mountain, bekaze the hidin'-out bizness is done played.
"It's been moved and seconded that Wambush be 'lowed six hours to git clean out o' the county; all in favor say yes." There was almost a general roar. "All opposed say no." No one spoke for a moment, then Wambush muttered something, but no one understood what it was. He turned his horse round and started to mount.
"They lef' some tall striped poles planted in the ground, red an' sich colors, ter mark the way; an' them mounting folks over yander in the furderest coves, they air powerful ahint the times, they hed never hearn o' sech ez a survey, noway, an' the poles jes' 'peared ter them sprung up thar like Jonah's gourd in a single night, ez ef they kem from seed; an' the folks, they 'lowed 't war the sign o' a new war."
"I am glad you told me, Judy; very glad. You see, I was not thinking of things in just that way." "I 'lowed maybe you mightn't. Seems like folks mostly don't." "But it's all right, now!" Brian cried heartily. "You have settled it. I'll stay. We'll take care of Auntie Sue, you and I, Judy. Come on, now; let's go to the house, and tell her.
But he'll be droppin' along, an' then we'll hev a fight. I reckon we'll hev one any way. Them cusses ain't friendly. If they was, they'd a piled in helter-skelter to hev a talk an' ask fur whiskey." "We must keep them at a distance," said Thurstane. "You bet! The first Injun that comes nigh us. I'll shute him. They mustn't be 'lowed to git among us.
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