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Jim," he continued, turning to a comrade, "how many 'Mericans were killed week afore last at Ballarat?" "O, I don't know," replied the individual referred to. "A dozen or twenty, I believe. Might have been more or less. I'm not 'ticular within a man or two." "Thank you for your information," cried Fred. "And now one question more.
I'd peach 'bout it," and then you'd have to fork over to the government, and would get nothing for your pains." "But suppose we should despatch you on the spot?" "But there's no use s'posing any thing of the kind. 'Mericans don't often kill people in cold blood." "You know that we are Americans?" we demanded, in astonishment. "Of course I does. Didn't I 'ear all about ye vile I vas at the mines?
"They'll go back quicker than they came, I guess, as they did at Sandwich," said Zenas, who took an enthusiastically patriotic view of the prowess of his countrymen. "I reckon the 'Mericans feel purty sore over that business," said Tom Loker, who, with Sandy McKay, had come in, and, in the unconventional style of the period, had drawn up their seats to the fire.
"Why not?" interrupted both Hal and Ned, in a breath. "Why not, youngsters? I'll tell you why: 'cause 'Mericans allus travel with their mouths open and their eyes shet tight.
"Tha" is somehow a great deal more bitter or humorous or affectionate than the mere ordinary "You" or "Yours." "'Merica," he bellowed "dang 'Merica! I says an' dang 'Mericans. Goin' about th' world braggin' an' boastin' about their sharpness an' their open-'andedness. 'Go to 'Merica, folks'll tell you, 'with an invention, and there's dozens of millionaires ready to put money in it. Fools!"
"'Nother thing, m' son, 'cordin' to my notions this ain't goin' ter be a partic'laly healthy place fer 'Mericans in a day er two. In three days we might not be able to git out long 'nuff to git tergether an outfit er ask any questions. There's a whole lot 'bout thet map o' yourn thet we wanter understan' afore we starts, as I looks at it." "There is some sense in that."
Hijiyama much honored by skilful 'Mericans: Jenkins San, Wingate San, Hanaford San too. He most skilful of all. You know Hanaford San?" Something in his voice made me look in the man's face. It was as expressive as biscuit dough. The man resumed: "Hanaford San nice gentleman. I give wonder why he stay this far-away place. I hear some time he have much sadful. Too bad.
Tell a body, do so many officer in 'e army, one nebber know all he name." "'Mericans can't hab 'em. Too poor for dat. Briggerdeer great gentleum, and wear a red coat. Ole time, see 'em in hundreds, come to visit Masser, and Missus, and play wid Masser Bob. Oh! no rebbleushun in dem days; but ebbery body know he own business, and do it, too."
I mean has he no friends with him?" "I b'lieves dar's a lady long wid him, Marse Ed'ard, but I mos'ly has to guess 'bout de half ob what dese Frenchers say." "You don't know the name, Ben?" "No, sah, couldn't make it out de way dey dispronounces it. But I understands, sah, dat dese folks meanin' de sick gentleman and de lady and we's de only 'Mericans in de town."
"Intend going to the mines?" the man asked, with a sudden show of interest. "Such is our intention," I replied. "'Mericans, I suppose," he inquired. "Yes." "Then don't go if you want to keep the number of your mess," the boatman said. "Why not?" Fred ventured to inquire. "'Cos they kill Yankees at the mines.
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