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I'm gettin' old and I can't keep after you; you ought to consider me some. You'll think of it when you see me laying dead, what a misery you've be'n. No schoolin' worth namin';" grumbled Mrs. Thacher, as she stepped heavily to and fro in the kitchen, and the little girl disappeared within the bed-room.
"Dat's Miss Lou," said the old negress, forcing into his mouth another spoonful of her fiery decoction. "Oh, that's enough, aunty, unless you wish to burn me out like a hollow log," and he struggled to his feet to ease his tendency to strangle. "Miss Lou? How should I know who she is?" "Ob co'se," said Aun' Jinkey, dryly, "I ain' namin' her pedigree." "You a Linkum man, ain' you?"
This yere is a one-room stone house, stark an' sullen an' alone on the desolate plains, an' no scenery worth namin' but a half-grown feeble spring. This Kingman ain't got no windows; its door is four-inch thick of oak; an' thar's loopholes for rifles in each side which shows the sports who builds that edifice in the stormy long-ago is lookin' for more trouble than comfort an' prepares themse'fs.
And a book relatin' to the namin' of America. I thought it would been a good plan if there had been a few more about that, and had named it Columbia jest what it ort to be, and not let another man take the honor that should have been Christopher's.
"The namin' of you, son, is not lightly to be considered. Irish, of course, but what shall it be? Paddy? Well may you shake your head. There's no smack of distinction to it. Who'd mistake you for a hod-carrier? Ballymena might do, but it sounds much like a lady, my boy. Ay, boy you are. 'Tis an idea. Boy! Let's see. Banshee Boy? Rotten. Lad of Erin!"
The food wuz quite good, though sassage and cheese wuz too much in evidence, and beer and pipes and bears. I always kinder spleened aginst bears and wuz afraid on 'em and wouldn't take one for a present, but it beat all how much they seem to think of bears there, namin' the place for 'em to start with, and they have bears carved and painted on most everything.
"My father never used such words," replied the boy. "That's right, and I take it back. I oughtn't to have said it, but unless a feller has got some sort o' religion he has a mighty hard time namin' people in this world. What's that?" Jim started with the sound in his ear of what seemed to be a cry of distress. "That's one of the crazy people. They do it all the time."
MacPherson closed the door behind him, "my true name's Sandy Craig and th' blacksmith here is Jamie Lunan. Th' boss ha' a way o' namin' every mon t' suit hisself. Now, what's your true name, lad? 'Tis not Ungava Bob." "Bob Gray, an' I comes from Wolf Bight." "Now, where can Wolf Bight be?" asked Sandy. "In Eskimo Bay, sir." "Aye, aye, Eskimo Bay. 'Tis a lang way ye are from Eskimo Bay!
"Cherokee turns out a big drink an' stands a-holdin' of it in his hand. I wants to say right yere, this Cherokee's plenty guileful. "'You was namin', says Cherokee, 'some public improvements you aims to make; sech as movin' this yere camp 'round some, I believes? "'That's whatever, says the Red Dog man, 'an' the holycaust I 'nitiates is due to start in fifteen minutes.
With good sense and the Lard's help you pulls out of a wonderful bad fix. You does all you knows how, and then prays the Lard. That's the way! 'Tis no use wastin' time prayin' till you does your best first," and Skipper Zeb nodded his head approvingly. "Well, now!" and leaning back his head he looked at Charley approvingly. "When you shoots a deer I'll be namin' you a Labradorman!
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