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For heaven's sake, have you et any of it?" The appearance of the dish testified only too plainly that she and Wesley had dined. "You're p'isoned!" shrieked Miss Pray: "be you prepared, Belle O'Neill? Fat pig! He was prob'bly bloated with p'ison! Oh, dear! oh, mercy! you're prob'bly dyin' this very minit." Belle O'Neill began to howl, Wesley to weep dismally with low moans, his fists in his eyes.
"Certainly not," said the cook, emphatically. "He ses you told 'im you p'isoned 'im," said Henshaw, solemnly, "and 'e give you two shillings to get something to cure 'im. It's too late now." "What?" stammered the bewildered cook. He looked round anxiously at the men. They were all very grave, and the silence became oppressive. "Where is he?" he demanded. Henshaw and the others exchanged glances.
Their blues were nearly dispelled when the warm sun came up, but still they dreaded the coming night. "Wonder what it is," said Little Beaver. "'Pears to me powerful like chills and fever and then again it don't. Maybe we drink too much swamp water. I believe we're p'isoned with Guy's cooking." "More like getting scurvy from too much meat. Let's ask Caleb."
"Heaven?" hazarded the unfortunate cook. "No; skipper's bunk," said Lea. "Oh, can't I foller 'im?" said the cook, starting up. "I'll soon 'ave 'im out o' that." "Better leave 'im alone," said Henshaw. "He was that wild we couldn't do nothing with 'im, singing an' larfin' and crying all together I certainly thought he was p'isoned." "I'll swear I ain't touched him," said the cook.
He'd been teasin' for a salt-fish dinner for ever so long, so Hannah'd fixed up this one just to please him, but he swallered two or three knifefuls and then looked at her kind of sad and mournful. "'To think, says he, 'that I've lived all these years to be p'isoned fin'lly! And by my own sister, too! Well, that's what comes of bein' wuth money. Give me my pipe and let me forget my troubles.
DO you reckon Tom Sawyer was satisfied after all them adventures? I mean the adventures we had down the river, and the time we set the darky Jim free and Tom got shot in the leg. No, he wasn't. It only just p'isoned him for more. That was all the effect it had.
"The doctor says somebody's been an' p'isoned you," said the girl, with a cry that sounded like a mingled sob and howl; "an' he's been a-pokin' of all sorts of things down your poor throat." And again she cried aloud in her agony. "Well, never mind; I'm not dead you see; and I'll take better care of myself after this. Thank you for being so good to me; you've saved my life."
"Margaret has been here, but they won't let 'er come no more 'count o' the smallpox. Sends me suthin' tasty ev'ry day er two. I tol' er all 'bout ye. I guess the smallpox couldn't keep 'er 'way if she knowed you was here. But she won't be 'lowed to know it. This 'ere Clarke boy has p'isoned the jail. Nobody 'll come here 'cept them that's dragged. He's got it all fixed fer ye.
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