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"But I ain't no moh," Hewlet turned his back and began anew to weep. "Don't do nuthin' to me!" Brent motioned the Colonel to let him speak. "Tom," he said, "Mister Dulany and I have been looking for you, to buy your farm, so you can move to Missouri where your brother is." He paused so Tom could grasp this. "You don't have to sell, and we won't force you against your will." He paused again.
"Well, Tom," the Colonel asked sharply, "what do you want?" "I just want to call it quits, Cunnel. I ain't done nuthin' to be locked up for!" "You're very drunk," the old gentleman thundered. "I'm surprised you would approach my place in such a condition!" "There wasn't no other way, Cunnel. I'm sorry, I am, 'bout what I aimed to do an' I won't no moh, if Mister McElroy'll let up!
"An' you kin keep yoh durned mouth shet," a man yelled, evidently in great excitement. "She ain't no moh yourn than she is mine, I reckon; an' she's goin' to git that money from her 'ristocratic friend, or I'll know why! Will you git it?" There was a sound of scuffle, as though someone were shaking another. "No, I won't," a girl's voice came breathlessly.
Moh Wang in particular, the captain of the city, had shown special skill and courage, and before the town fell Gordon had obtained a promise from Li Hung Chang that the Taeping commander's fate should be placed in his hands. Moh Wang would not give way, and then Kong Wang caught up his dagger and struck the first blow.
Now, I reckon, I most named all de fambly; I ain' sayin' what fambly, but I is sayin' dat ole Timmie knows moh'n most pussons reckons she do. 'Sides dat, she kin find moh 'xcuses in her heart den de worl' kin. Run 'long, now! I jest stepped in 'caze a li'l gal warn't gittin' a faih show!" "Oh, Aunt Timmie," the girl cried, "I ain't bad!
"De op'rashions of dis heah telescope extends to jest whar you happen to be standin' no moh, an' no less. All he wants to know is yoh ad-dress, an' he'll pop you suah!" "Then I'm as safe here as I would be at home," came the logical retort. Zack stopped what he was about to do and stood with a broad grin on his face.
"We ain't a-tryin' to fight you-all," called out the big negro who was in for rape, "we jest don' want you to kill him an' git hung foh murduh." At the word "murder" I stepped quickly back. "Well, don't let him come bothering me or my pal for a fight any more when we've done nothing to him." "Don' worry, he won't no moh!" assured the fiddler.... I threw down the lead pipe.
He went down to the river, and sang the song which calls the Weewillmekq'. "We que moh wee will l'mick, We que moh m'cha micso, Som'awo wee will l'mick! Cardup ke su m'so wo Sawo!" I call on the Wee-will-l'mick! I call on the Terrible One! On the One with the Horns! I dare him to appear! It came to him in all its terrors. Its eyes were like fire; its horns rose. It asked him what he wanted.
"Red, with white dots on hit, sez I ter Mother Owsley, is jest the nicest thing! 'N' I sez ter Mister Bowser as how I hankered fer a dress like that; but he sez he done quit keepin' hit no moh.
The colt ain't any more'n felt the curb when he bolts into the fence 'n' chucks Snowball off. I starts to catch the hoss, but Micky gets to him first 'n' grabs him. "'Lemme give him a whirl, he says. 'Come on be a sport fur a change! "Snowball rolls away from the colt 'n' picks hisself up. "'He is shoh welcome to him, he says. 'I got no moh use foh him. "I studies a minute, lookin' at Micky.
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