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"And now just you look here, moke," he continued, addressing the mule he was helping to load one which kept on laying down its ears and showing its teeth as if it meant to bite "here am I a-doing all I can to make your load easy and comfortable for your ugly back, and you're saying you're a-going to bite. Am I to kick you in the ribs? 'Cause if you're not quiet I just will."
It was a ragged, unkempt pony, pitifully poor and very footsore, at first sight, an absolute "moke"; but a second glance showed colossal round ribs, square hips, and a great length of rein, the rest hidden beneath a wealth of loose hair. He looked like "a good journey horse", possibly something better. We gathered round while M'Gregor questioned the drover.
Then we catch them wood-choppers, and they are no earthly good. But I'm mighty sorry for 'em. Then I reckon we take up Lockwin, and he ain't no congressman, neither. I'm the congressman. Don't you forget that. He die off the point in the boat. We see the point, and we sherry out of that yawl. Hey, there, you moke ain't that about so?" "Yessah!" stammers the mascot.
"Oh, that is it, Clump consolation, eh? Well, I must get a pipe some time and try it," I said. "No, Massa Bob," joined in Juno, who was knocking out the ashes from her pipe on the head of the fire-dog "no, Massa Bob you'se munno 'moke. 'Spects, ef you'se do, you find de way tur constollaton, dat ole Clump talk of, cum tru much tribble-laison he! he! he!" I had to laugh at the old woman's wit.
He jist as like to go off wid a lot ob soldiers as any of de boys, only he's so mighty keerful ob you, Miss Phill; and den he's 'spectin' a letter; for de last words he say to me was, 'Take care ob de mail, Harriet. De letter come, too. Moke didn't want to gib it up, but I 'sisted upon it. Moke is kind ob plottin' in his temper.
"Bail, you moke!" he screams, as the tide goes against him. The hands fly faster. The boat comes back against the wind and the great seas split on each side of the prow. The swimmers hear Corkey. "Lordy!" he says. "I know I hit a man then with that right oar. I felt it smash him. There! we're on him now! Bail, you moke! No stopping, or I throw you in! Stop that bailing and catch that duck there!
This was the position when Blackey declared that he must go. "Got to shunt, old man? You squat still, now, and git through that there lotion. I got to go to market, and we ain't no bloomin' moke. I'm on on my stand ten o'clock no later and that wants doin'. The missus'll fetch me some corrfee, and, hear you, put a nip o' that booze in. It warms yer liver up. By-by.
"'Clar to gracious, Miss Phill, I forgot dat. Brudder Moke kin hab de letter and de perquisite." "I was sure you would feel that way, Harriet." "I'd rather hab you look at me dat shinin' kind ob way dan hab a dollar; dat I would, Miss Phill." Moke got the perquisite and Richard got his letter, but it did not seem to give him much pleasure.
He was accompanied by his speechless friend. "Adrian, old son," he began, in such tones as an orator might address to a refractory mob, "Moke and I are going to have a study next term, and we want some furniture." I mildly remarked that in my day furniture was supplied by the school authorities. "Yes, but I mean pictures and things. Can you give us one?
"You bet your sweet life I don't want to see her nibs. It just breaks me all up to hear 'em take on, rip and snort and beller. Now, see here, you moke, when we git in you stand behind where I stand, and don't you begin to beller, too. If you do I'll shake you I'll give you the clean lake breeze. If you walk up to the mark I'll get you into the league nine.
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