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Thar mout be trouble in Louisville and Cincinnati some even thought hit likely that thar would be fouten' in Lexington but way up in the mountings we'd be peaceable an' safe allers. Our young men formed theirselves inter a company o' Home Gyards, an' elected my husband their Capting.
"Slipped his cords, and going down the grade pulled up short, just like a vaquero agin a lassoed bull, almost draggin' the man leadin' him off his hoss, and then skyuted up the grade. For that matter, on that hoss o' Judge Boompointer's he mout have dragged the whole posse of 'em down on their knees ef he liked! Sarved 'em right, too.
No, says he, 'I kain't marry her, because I love her! says he. Now, that's crazy. Somethin' deep under that, Miss Molly." "Let's not talk about it, please." "All right. Let's talk erbout Sam Woodhull, huh?" "No!" "Then mebbe I'd better be goin'. I know you don't want ter talk erbout me!" His wrinkling smile said he had more to tell. "Miss Molly," said he at last, "I mout as well tell ye.
"You tell her, bless her old heart, that I'm coming out there pretty soon with enough stuff to smother both of you. Warren, get those cigars." "Sure. Is there anything else we want? Uncle Buckley, don't you want something to drink?" "Well, if you've got some right good buttermilk handy I mout take a glass. But I don't want no licker, young man.
Naw, suh, that Jeffy, he'd be most highly overjoyed to haul off an' lend a helpin' hand, ef by so doin' he mout put you onder a favor to him." Cephus sniffed, half disarmed but wavering. "Wharin' could he he'p out? He ain't ownin' no private string of ridin'-hosses so fur ez I've took note of."
A score stepped forward and nearly all expressed their purpose to attend the funeral. The old man persuaded all but three to remain near the quarters at present, saying, "So many gwine wid me mout mek trouble, fer Perkins look ugly dis mawnin'." "We ugly too," muttered more than one voice, but they yielded to Uncle Lusthah's caution.
Aaron stood looking at Parish Thornton with eyes blankly dumfounded, and the other two faces mirrored his bewilderment, then the spokesman broke into bitterly derisive laughter, and his followers parroted his mirthless ridicule. "Hit mout suit me," he finally replied, "save only hit denotes thet ye're either p'intedly wishful ter throw yore life away or else plum bereft of reason."
One of the Guards: "O, these is some Yanks that we've bin hivin' down at Camp Sumter." "Yes?" It will be seen that the old, gentleman's perceptive powers were much more highly developed than his politeness. "Well, they ain't what ye mout call purty, that's a fack," said the guard.
"A couple of them Marcus men is stragglin' round here, an' they mout come in." Dawson leaped from his chair as though electrified, and his face showed a passion of anxiety. He sprang toward me and seizing my shoulder pivoted me, pointing to the stairs. "Hustle," he shouted as he pushed me toward the door. "Git movin'." Naturally I did not obey.
Thet 'ud take us out to the open sea ag'in, with a big 'round about o' coastin'; still, in the end, it mout be the safer way. 'Long the outside shore, thar ain't so much likelihood o' meetin' Feweegins of any kind: and ef we did meet 'em, 'twould be easier gettin' out of thar way, s'long's we're in a boat sech ez we hev now."
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