Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 24, 2025
I'd hate ter hev yore pappy suspicion what I suspicions erbout ye." "Honest ter God," protested the boy, now thoroughly frightened, "I hain't nuver consorted with 'em none. I don't know nothin' erbout 'em no more'n what idle tattle I heers goin' round in common talk." "I hain't askin' ye whether ye've rid with 'em heretofore or not, Pete," the other man significantly reminded him.
"Why, what's the matter?" "Things is seyus." "What do you mean by serious?" "We gwine los' dat crap." "Lose the crop! Why should we lose it?" "'Cause dat ar crap ar heap too big a crap to be gethered 'thout whisky. 'Lasses-and-water nuver gethered no crap sence de woil' war' made, ner 'taint gwine to." Mr.
Sin ner shame hain't nuver teched hit yit. They hain't nuver ergoin' ter. Ther bright sun an' ther clean wind air goin' ter come ter hit an' find hit like hit's always been. God's breath is goin' ter stir in hit ther same es hit's always done."
He smiled, for she meant to measure distance by sound, and she had used merely a variation of the "far cry" of Elizabethan days. "Your father works in tobacco?" She nodded. "You come from near the Ohio River?" She looked puzzled. "I come from the mountains." "Oh!" He understood now her dress and speech, and he was not surprised at the answer to his next question. "I hain't nuver been to school.
"An' so sence I'm ther comet amongst them numerous small stars," she observed with an even voice, though her pulse beat was far from regular, "ye 'lows thet I'd ought ter belong ter you?" He ignored the teasing brightness of her eyes; a light of defensive disguise. "I 'lows thet hevin' oncet seed ye, an' loved ye, I hain't nuver goin' ter be satisfied with no lesser star."
"Since then ye've jest kinderly pitied me, I reckon ... an' been plum charitable.... I've got ter know.... War ye mad at me when ye pondered hit in ther daylight ... stid of ther moonshine?" The girl's pale face flushed to a laurel-blossom pink and her voice was a ghost whisper. "I hain't nuver been mad with ye, Cal."
"I'm es deep inter thet es anybody else, an' them fellers, Thornton and Old Hump, hain't nuver goin' ter rest twell they penitensheries some of ther head men." Bas Rowlett laughed, then with such a confidential manner as he rarely bestowed upon a subordinate, he laid a hand on his hireling's arm. "Thet's all right, Sim.
Y'u don't know what it is, 'n' y'u'll never know; but I'll give yer a chance now fer yer life ef y'u'll sw'ar on a stack o' Bibles as high as that tree thar that y'u'll leave these mount'ins ef I whoops ye, 'n' nuver come back ag'in as long as you live. I'll leave, ef ye whoops me. Now whut do ye say? Will ye sw'ar? "I reckon I will, seem' as I've got to," was the surly answer.
"Well, I nuver knowed nuthin' else," said Dumps. "I couldn't hardly make that up; I jes had ter study all my might; and I'm tired of writin' poetry, anyhow; you make it up all by yourse'f." Diddie, with her brows drawn together in a frown, and her eyes tight shut, chewed the end of her pencil, and, after a few moments, said,
"Listen at me because ye knows in yore heart I hain't lyin'. I'm tellin' ther whole truth thet I was afeared ter tell afore. I let him take ther blame because I was skeered an' because ther baby was goin' ter be borned. I hain't nuver been no liar, Will, an' I hain't one now!"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking