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Begin at the beginnin' and tell us what you did. You may put yore hands down." "Why, I got up in the mo'nin' and put on my pants an' my boots," jeered Shorty. "I don't recolleck whether I put on my hat or not. Maybe I did. I cooked breakfast and et it. I chawed tobacco. I cooked dinner and et it. Smoked and chawed some more. Cooked supper and et it. Went to bed." "That all?"
"'Too menny fr'en's spiles de dinner, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee; 'w'ich un's dis? sezee. "'I fetch bad news, Brer Rabbit, sez Brer Wolf, sezee. "'Bad news is soon tole, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. "By dis time Brer Rabbit done come ter de do', wid his head tied up in a red hankcher. "'Brer Fox died dis mornin', sez Brer Wolf, sezee. "'Whar yo' mo'nin' gown, Brer Wolf? sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
But there was a familiar note of exaggerated politeness about the voice of this man as he opened the door and came towards the back of the chair with the formula: "Mo'nin', sah! Shall we hab de pleshure of shavin' or hah-cuttin' dis mo'nin'?" Paul raised his eyes quickly to the mirror before him. It reflected the black face and grizzled hair of George.
"Dem dat gets up at nine o'clock in de mo'nin'," she declared, "done deserves to go hungry, Miss Billie, beggin' your pardon." Her tone matched the severity of her gaze. "Oh, but, Debbie," said Billie, using the coaxing tone that even black Deborah, tyrant of the household, could never quite resist, "remember how many mornings I have had to get up at seven and go out in the drizzling rain and "
Feels a heap better this mo'nin'. Wants to know if he can't have somethin' to eat." "I killed a couple of prairie plover on the way. We'll make some soup for him." The girl walked straight to her patient and looked down at him with direct and searching eyes. She found no glaze of fever in the ones that gazed back into hers. "Hungry, are you?" "I could eat a mail sack, ma'am."
"How's the man-tamer this glad mo'nin'?" he asked of Dave. "Fine and dandy, old lizard." "You sure got the deadwood on him when yore spurs got into action. A man's like a watermelon. You cayn't tell how good he is till you thump him. Miller is right biggity, and they say he's sudden death with a gun. But when it come down to cases he hadn't the guts to go through and stand the gaff."
"Lookin' fer turkey, war ye Mister?" asked Jake, with a wink at the bystanders. "Yes, have you seen any?" replied Jim. "Sure, the bresh's full of 'em ef ye know whar' ter hunt." The company grinned and he continued: "I seed signs this mo'nin' in th' holler on yon side ol' Ball, when I war' huntin' my mule. An' thar's a big roost down by th' spring back of my place in th' bottoms."
"Frank," she asked, "can I git you to do somethin' fer me soon in the mo'nin'?" "Yas 'm, I reckon so," replied the young man, resting his hatchet on the chopping-block. "W'at is it, Mis' Molly?" "My daughter 's goin' away on the boat, an' I 'lowed you would n' min' totin' her kyarpet-bag down to the w'arf, onless you'd ruther haul it down on yo'r kyart. It ain't very heavy.
There was a vigor, an unspoken hostility, in the gaze of both men. "Mo'nin", Mr. Deputy Sheriff, one said; and the other, "Same to you, Mr. Norris." "You're on the job quick," sneered the cattle detective. "The quicker the sooner, I expect." "And by night you'll have Mr. Hold-up roped and hog-tied?" "Not so you could notice it. Are you a sheep-herder these days, Mr. Norris?"
This was but a ceremonious prologue, intended to deepen the impression of the coming revelation. "Useter 'ev a 'oss Oi'd ketch hanyweares. 'Wo, Bob! Ahterwahs, by gully! Oi got pepper-follerin' ahteh me 'osses hevery mo'nin' afoot. 'Ed ter wark 'em deaoun afoot, loike." "But why did n't you hobble them?" His face reddened slightly. "Me 'obble my 'osses!
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