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Get down off that wheel before you break your neck. "Lor' bress your heart, Mah'sr Harry, is ye got a bed? I never did 'spect ye was a-goin' to bring furniture," cried Aunt Judy, her eyes rolling up and down in astonishment and delight. "Dat's a pooty cheer. Won't hurt a body to sot in dat cheer when you all ain't a-usin' it, will it?"
But I suppose you can't do that, if the boys are going to case them up, as they told me they intended doing." "Why, bress your soul, Mah'sr John, ye needn't be 'fraid o' my techin' 'em off. I wouldn't no more put a finger on 'em dan I'd pull de trigger ov a hoss pistol." "There isn't really any danger in having these instruments in the house, is there, father?" asked Kate, when she and Mr.
Where did you get that boat? I want a boat." "Dat's jist what I thought, Mah'sr Harry," said Lewston, still poling away as hard as he could. "I know de compuny'd want to git ober de creek, an' I jist went up to Hiram Anderson's and borrowed his ole boat. Ise been a-bailing her out all de mornin'." "You're a trump, Lewston," said Harry.
Tell me about it," said Harry, checking the impatient Selim, who, now that his head was turned homeward, was anxious to go on with as much expedition as possible under the circumstances. "Why, ye see, Mah'sr Harry," said the old man, "I was up at Miss Maria's; she said she'd gi' me some pieces of caliker to mend me wrapper.
All these things occupied Harry's mind, and it is no wonder that he hardly looked up when Selim stopped. The horse had been walking so slowly that stopping did not seem to make much difference. But when he heard a voice call out, "Oh, Mah'sr Harry! I'se mighty glad to see yer!" he looked up quickly enough. And there was old Uncle Braddock, on horseback! Harry could scarcely believe his eyes.
That was something entirely novel, and it is no wonder that they were anxious to see their property. "I hopes, Mah'sr John," said Aunt Judy to Mr. Loudon, "dat dem dar merchines ain't a-goin' to bust up when dey're lef' h'yar all alone by theyselves." "Oh, there's no danger, Aunt Judy," said Mr. Loudon, "if you don't meddle with them.
He could not cut wood, nor could he drive a team, but he was sure he would be of great use as overseer. "You see, Mah'sr Harry," he said, "I lib right on de outside edge ob you' pa's woods, and I kin go ober dar jist as easy as nuffin, early every mornin', and see dat dem boys does dere work, and don't chop down de wrong trees.
I 'spected to have my neck broke mor' 'n a dozen times. I never was so disgruntled in all my born days, Mah'sr Harry. Whoa dar, you yaller hoss! Won't you take a-hole, Mah'sr Harry, afore dey're de death uv me?" The old man had certainly got the horses into a mixed-up condition.
When they arrived at the station they saw Dick Ford and John Walker on the store-porch. Harry soon discovered that no wood had been cut for several days, because the creek was up. "What had that to do with it?" asked Harry. "Why, you see, Mah'sr Harry," said John Walker, "de creek was mighty high, and dere was no knowin' how things ud turn out. So we thought we'd jist wait and see."
The path they took led through a corner of the woods. They had not gone far before they met Gregory Montague. "Oh, Mah'sr Harry!" said Gregory, "I done foun' a bees' nes'." "Where?" cried Harry. "Down in a big tree in de holler, dar," pointing over toward the thickest part of the woods.
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