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Updated: June 5, 2025
Some were of the gentry of the surrounding country, some the humbler white folk, some the negroes who had managed to acquire small tracts of land which they farmed successfully or otherwise. Among them, too, was the typical shiftless, "triflin' no-'count" darkey who "jist sits 'round a-waitin'," though it would be hard for him to tell what he was waiting for.
His gaze yielded nothing even to the searching one of Gordon. "It is, then, war between us, Señor Gordon?" he asked haughtily. Dick laughed. "Sho! It's just business. Maybe I'll take your offer. Maybe I won't. I might want to run down and look at the no-'count land," he said with a laugh.
"Do you reckon I have forgot how a girl took a rope from my neck one night? Do you reckon I ever forget that?" "It was nothing. I just spoke to the boys." "Or that I don't remember how the man I had shot went bail for a rustler he did not know?" "Dick knew you. He told us about you." "Could he tell you any good about me? Could he say anything except that I was a worthless no-'count ?"
"Of course I will, Eradicate," was the young inventor's answer. "Case we ain't got many laik her no mo', an' dat's de truf, Massa Tom," went on the old man. "So be mighty careful laik!" "That's what I will, Rad! And, while I'm up in the air, don't you and Koku have any trouble." "Ho! Trouble wif dat onery no-'count giant! I guess not!" and the colored man limped off, highly indignant.
Oh, hit'll sure fix that there fine slim body of your'n, an' that there pretty face what he likes ter look at so, an' them fine clothes'll be all wet an' mussed an' torn off you. You-all sure will be a-lookin' worse'n what I ever looked the next time he sees you, you with your no-'count, half-gal and half-boy name!"
"Sometimes I pick up an odd no-'count contraption that makes me a bit of money, and more times I'm stung and lose on it. It's all a gamble, of course, and I'm that way like to take a gambling chance on anything that strikes my fancy like that burner of yours." "Yes," Graham returned: "the gas arrangement." "It's a curious idea quite different from the one I told you about; but I kinda took to it.
Yer see, gourds mus' be planted by a foolish 'ooman or a lazy, no-'count man ef you want 'em to grow fas'. I sho did want that there vine to kiver de arbor befo' you and yo' teacher got here, so I got Ca'line, who is 'thout doubt the foolishest virgin I ever seed, to plant on one side and that low down, lazy Buck Jasper to tend to tother, and you kin see fer yo'self they's meetin' overhead."
Den you strikes a cawnfiel', den a orchid. Den you'se dar. De dawgs an' chickens will sot up a tur'ble rumpus, but you jes' ride up to de stile an' holler, 'Hello! an' some dem no-'count niggahs'll tek yo' nag an' construct you inter Miss Cynthy Ann's presence. I'd show you de way myse'f, on'y Is'e bountah fin' dat heifer; but you carn't miss de way."
"You see, de trouble is I done had my eye on Pete's chillen ever sence dey mammy died, an' ef dey ever was a set o' onery, low-down, sassy, no-'count little niggers dat need takin' in hand by a able-bodied step-mammy, dey a-waitin' fur me right yonder in Pete's cabin. My hand has des nachelly itched to take aholt o' dat crowd many a day an' ever sence I buried Numa of co'se I see de way was open.
She's a low-down, deceitful jade, that's what she is, sired by a sheep-stealin', throat-cuttin', ornery, no-'count, worthless cuss! The whole pack of them Temples, he an' she of 'em, big an' little of 'em, ought to be strung up on the firs' tree! The low-down bunch of little prairie dawgs, tryin' to trap a Packard with puttin' a putty-faced fool girl in their snare.
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