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Updated: June 23, 2025
"How'd you like me to give you some o' this here cabareet stuff, while you're waitin'? I ain't no great shucks as a entertainer, but I'll do what I can. Mebbe, you'd like to know how I happened to catch you that clump on the head yesterday. Huh? "I was up in the low branches of a thick pine, where you was moseyin' along.
Wa'al, I guess I'll be moseyin' along." And out he went. If John Lenox had kept a diary for the first year of his life in Homeville most of its pages would have been blank. Still, there was time in the lengthened days as the year advanced for walking, rowing, and riding or driving about the picturesque country which surrounds Homeville. He and Mr.
Corliss backed against the wall, trembling and white. "Is he did you ?" Fadeaway grinned. "No, just chloroformed him. Get a move, Bill. No tellin' who'll come moseyin' along. Got the stuff?" Corliss nodded. Fadeaway blew out the light. "Come on, Bill. She worked slick." "But he knows me," said Corliss. "He'll squeal." "And I reckon Jack'll believe him. Why, it's easy, Bill.
The subject was abruptly changed by Mr. White. "Well, I guess I'll be moseyin' along home, Amos. That certainly did sound like thunder, didn't it? And that tree-toad has stopped signallin', that's a sure sign. Like as not I'll get caught in the rain if I don't, what say, Lucindy?" "Do you want an umberell, Steve?" "I should say not! What do you want me to do? Scare the rain off? No, sir!
It was sort of weird, take it from me, moseyin' off that way at night into a tangle of islands without any signs up to tell you which way you was goin', or anybody in sight to ask directions of. The moon was still doin' business, but it was droppin' lower every minute.
"A lady you knowed?" Rasba asked. "No suh! But she's onto the riveh, into a shanty-boat, purty, too, an' jes' drappin' down, like she wa'nt goin' no wheres, an' like she mout of be'n jes' moseyin'. I jes 'lowed I'd drap in, an' say howdy like, an' she drawed down an' shot bang!" "Was she frightened?" "Hit were a lonesome reach, along of Powerses Island," the man admitted, whining and reluctant.
Moseyin' roun' sort o' lonesome like, I thought mebbe so you fellers 'd be tired o' talkin' law, an' I'd jes' step over an' pass the time o' day an' give you a rest." A rude diplomat, perhaps, Shang was nevertheless a cunning one. Several jurors expressed their appreciation of his sympathy and one answered: "Tired o' talkin'! Wall, I reckon so.
He's probably found the spring by this time, an' he'll be moseyin' along directly with water an' the pack-horse." Endicott took a step toward him: "It won't work, Tex," he said, with a smile. "You don't expect me to believe that if you really thought Bat would return with water, you would be sending us away from here into this dust-storm. No. I'm the one that waits for Bat.
I couldn't figger it out what in hell was it, anyway?" "The courthouse burned maybe the bank." Levins chuckled. "You got the record, then." "Yes." "An' I've lost the Judge! Ain't I a box-head, though!" "That's all right. Go ahead. What happened?" "I was moseyin along the ledge.
"I dunno," Skinner muttered, "but I know this much, I don't like high born pups like him hangin' 'round my girl. 'Tain't fittin' an' I told Tess so!" Orn knocked the ashes out of his pipe and rose slowly. "Guess I'll be moseyin' 'long, pals," he smiled. "The brat'll be back 'fore long." "Wait a minute, Orn," Longman broke in. "Ma's got some pork an' beans she wants to send up to Mother Moll.
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