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The Tennessee are a twister; mebby it will be Kentucky; mebby it will be Illinoy, and mebby it will be down yonder on the Mississippi. My tribe like this way of moving about, and it certainly favors a body's legs." "How old was your nevvy?" inquired Polly, reading the troubled look in Yancy's gray eyes. "Ten or thereabouts, ma'am.
What wuz she a-thinkin' on as she done up that fore-top or braided that back hair? Did any hand ever lay on that soft, shinin' hair in caresses? I presoom more than like as not there had. Her mother's, anyway, and mebby a lover's, sence the fashion of love is older than the pyramids enough sight old as Adam, and before that Love wuz. For Love thought out the World.
I spoze I meant the one they wuz after, and mebby I meant them that wuz after him, I don't know; I wuz too inkoherent and wrought up to know what I did mean. But I know I sot down and read that paper as quick as I could find my specks.
"Yes," said the Colonel, but he still looked at the glistening affair with doubt. "Oh, yes! But I can't see what that there young feller was doin' with four of 'em. I can't see what he was doin' with 'em anyhow. Mebby," he said, "he was agent for 'em." "He was agent for 'most everything I ever heard tell of a man bein' agent for," said Miss Sally, "but I wish you'd tell me what they are."
"But while, as I states, this yere trick of makin' war-med'cine which 'Doby an' Billy has, an' schedoolin' trouble for folks who comes projectin' 'round invadin' of the other's rights, mebby is a heap habit, I gleans from it the idee likewise that onder the surface they holds each other in esteem to a p'int which is romantic.
Why, not so anybody could hear 'em. Now, I think my mother is right pretty, Mrs. Weston." "So do I. And it was nice of you to say it." "But I don't see anything wrong in sayin' what's so," he argued. "I seen you kind of raise your eyebrows, and I thought mebby I was bein' took as a joke." "Oh, no, indeed!" Lorry disappeared again.
After the last drink of water and the last "Now I lay me," a long pause.... Then from the spare bedroom the loud rustling of stiff paper, the snap of broken, string, and whispers of, "Won't her eyes stick out when she sees that!" and, "He's been just fretting for a sled; I'm so glad it was so 't we could get it for him," and, "I s'pose we ort n't to spent so much, but seems like with such nice young ones 's we've got 't ain't no more 'n right we should do for 'em all we can afford, 'n' mebby a little more.
"Mebby, then, you'd eat a mouffle or two. We've got some roasted pork, and Hetty'll warm over the gravy;" but 'Lena's stomach rebelled at the very thought, seeing which, the landlady went back to the kitchen, where she soon prepared a bowl of gruel, in spite of the discouraging remarks of her husband, who, being a little after the Old Hunks order, cautioned her "not to fuss too much, as gals that run away warn't apt to be plagued with money"
And they've been helpin' theirselves at their own convenience like Mary V would put it. I dunno, but that's the way I figger it. And I don't guess, Mr. Selmer, you'll see none of yore hawses again, unless mebby it's the last ones they took. And I don't guess there's very much chance of gittin' them back, either, because we don't know whereabouts they took 'em to.
"Well, the Doctair Lyman he say he not such great rush," smiled the Canadian. Then he paused and seemed to search into the very heart of the wood with his coal black eyes, and all this time he kept sniffing the air. "Camp 'round here sure. One no good camp too, mebby," said he finally as he pointed toward the west. "I thought I smelled the smoke of a camp fire," said Bruce.
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