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But above all by the tremor in her whispered call. "What is it, Mahala?" "For God's sake, get up quick and call the boys down outen the loft." "No!" he growled. "I tell you, there's somebody outside " They were both sitting on the edge of the bed now, speaking in whispers. "You're dreamin', ole 'oman," he persisted. "I heard 'em. There's more'n one. I heard some on the other side of the house.
Then a change in the tone of the gravel-crackling. "Yes, they have turned in at our gate. They're comin'! Mother! mother!" Everybody in position, smiling and at ease. Bell rings. Enter the first set of visitors. The Event of the Season has begun. "Law! it's nothin' but the Cranes' folks! I do believe Mahala 's come in that old green de-laine she wore at the Surprise Party!"
Sez I, "It will be the makin' of Jim Widrigses folks and more'n fifty others right there round Jonesville, to say nothin' about the hull of the United States; and it will be money in Uncle Sam's pocket, too, in the end, and he will own up to me that it is." The Governor here took out his watch and looked at it almost onbeknown to me, I wuz so took up a-talkin' for Justice and Mahala.
He acted some as Miss Bobbett did when she sot up her niece, Mahala Hen, in dressmakin' for fear Miss Henzy's girl would git all the custom and git rich. She'd had words with Miss Henzy and wanted to bring down her pride. Bonaparte. You know he didn't like England, he had had words with her, and almost come to hands and blows, and it did come to that twelve years afterwards. But poor creeter!
Hendie was soon established on a flat stone under the old chestnut trees, in a happy oblivion of Mahala's injustice, and her little sister's perfections. "I'll tell you, mamma. I've been thinking we need not keep Mahala, if you don't wish.
Secondly, I give to my daughter, Harriet Lapham, a negro girl of the name of Mahala, and a boy of the name of Washington, and girl of the name Julian. Thirdly, I give to my son, Daniel Vanmeter, a negro boy of the name of Alexander, and a negro woman of the name of Teresa, and the horses he claims being 3 in number, and 3 steers, and the hogs he claims, and one bed and furniture.
There was more human interest in the origin of Squaw Gulch, though it tickled no humor. It was Dimmick's squaw from Aurora way. If Dimmick had been anything except New Englander he would have called her a mahala, but that would not have bettered his behavior. Dimmick made a strike, went East, and the squaw who had been to him as his wife took to drink.
I sez, "I'll bet there wouldn't one of the delegates yell half so loud es she that wuz Mahala Gowdey at the concert. Her voice is a sulferino of the very keenest edge and highest tone, and she puts in sights and sights of quavers." But they all said that wuz a very different thing. And sez I, "How different?
Then a change in the tone of the gravel-crackling. "Yes, they have turned in at our gate. They're comin'! Mother! mother!" Everybody in position, smiling and at ease. Bell rings. Enter the first set of visitors. The Event of the Season has begun. "Law! it's nothin' but the Cranes' folks! I do believe Mahala 's come in that old green de-laine she wore at the Surprise Party!"
"Pretty soon Injin got no mules, no blanket, no spring wagon, no gun, no new boots, no nine dollars my old mahala gets paid for three bushel wild plums from Old Lady Pettengill to make canned goods of only got one big sick head from all night; see four aces, four kings, four jacks. 'What you got, Pete? No good. Full house here. Hard luck my deal. Have another drink, old top!"
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