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Pavlovitch waved a hand towards the sullen mountains of Albania, which were on our right. "Dose Swabs don' tink o' nuttin' but killin'. Jess ornary slaughter, Mister Jim. Sure. Dese peoples don' respect nuttin but killin'; an' when you've done in 'bout fifty other fellers you'r reckoned a almighty tough.
In his walk to and fro the second mate's thoughts reverted to Ralph occasionally and he took pains later on, to ask Neb if the boy had had anything to eat. "Nuttin' but braid an' water, suh. Capn's orders." "It's a shame," thought Duff. "The lad's sick, so I don't reckon he's hungry; but he ought to have something more strengthening than that. I wonder what kind of a hole this sweat box is?"
"I gave you fair warning," shouted Moran angrily, pointing at him with the file. "Will you answer?" "Him no tell nuttin," observed Charlie. "Fetch a cord here," commanded Moran. The cord was brought, and despite Hoang's struggles and writhings the file was thrust end-ways into his mouth and his jaws bound tightly together upon it by means of the cord passed over his head and under his chin.
Dan turned his black pony and galloped off. "An' come soon!" he shouted back. Out in the quarters Mammy Ailsie, old Tom's wife, was having her own say that night. "Ole Marse Cal Buford pickin' a piece of white trash out de gutter an' not sayin' whar he come from an' nuttin' 'bout him. An' old Mars Henry takin' him jus' like he was quality.
"Dey just butted in," said Master Maloney, resuming his narrative. "I was sittin' here, readin' me book, when de foist of de guys blows in. 'Boy, says he, 'is de editor in? 'Nope, I says. 'I'll go in and wait, says he. 'Nuttin' doin', says I. 'Nix on de goin'-in act. I might as well have saved me breat! In he butts. In about t'ree minutes along comes another gazebo.
"Do you know of a man here called Captain Shard?" asked the boy, at length remembering the individual he desired to find. "Reckon I does. Bless grashus! Ain't I a wukin' fer dat same man de bigger heft er de time?" "What kind of a man is he?" "Fust rate; fust rate. Dat is if he don't hab nuttin' begainst yo'. When he do, den look out." This rather supported the tenor of Mrs.
"De whole damn vorld! Billy, I like dat feller Carpenter! I never met a feller like him before. You tink he vould let me go to see him in de jail?" "I'm sure he'd be glad to see you," I said; "if the jailers didn't object." "Sure, I fix de jailers all right!" "But T-S," I added, "I don't believe he'll sign any contract." "Contract nuttin'," said T-S. "I shoost vant to see him, Billy.
Dey waz two fellers 'ad fair cold feet, one 'ere, one over dere, Turk 'n our chapy. Every day dey come down to de ribber 'n dey plug't de odder chap wid dere ole pistols what filled at de nose. But dey neber hit nuttin. One day de Serb 'e got mad and avade in de ribber, but 'e did'n 'it de Turk. Nex' day dey hot' avade in 'arf way across. Dey miss again.
Whar you run, dar I'se gwine ter run right atter, so 'tain' no use a-rumpasin'. Hit's a pity dese yer ain' nuttin' but summer close." Dan looked at him a moment in silence, then he put out his hand and slapped him upon the shoulder. "You're a fool God bless you," he said. "Go 'way f'om yer, young Marster," responded the negro, in a high good-humour. "Dar's a speck er dut right on yo' shut."
I tell him if he doan behave better, de next time dyar 's goin' to be a battle, I jus' saddle up Nelson an' leave him behind." "Now youse stop a-talkin' an' tote dem men's tings somewhars else. Missy Janice gwine to change her gown, an' we doan want nuttin' oh dat sort in hyar." "I'll only smart myself a little and not change my frock, Sukey, because "
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