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"I'm glad to see that the `peepil' is all right, however," said Bellew, glancing at his visitors with what may be called a grave smile; "it might have bin worse, for that's an ugly corner under the cliff, an' needs careful drivin' even in daylight."
"You not know ob it!" he exclaimed; "why eberybody knows ob it, an' a'most eberybody's agwine all de 'spectable peepil, I mean, an' some ob dem what's not zactly as 'spectable as dey should be. But dey's all agwine. He's a liberal gubner, you see, an' he's gwine to gib de ball in de inn at de lan'lord's expense." "Indeed; that's a curiously liberal arrangement."
"Yis; but de great consolation I has is dat de peepil I'm talkin' to don't onderstand me a mossel better nor myself; an', ob course, as noting in de wurl could show dem dey was wrong, it don't much matter." "That is good philosophy, at all events. Isn't it, Manuela?" asked Lawrence in Spanish.
When I tries to putt 'em afore oder peepil in Spinich, I somehow gits de brain-pan into sitch a conglomeration ob fumbustication dat I not able to see quite clar what I mean myself dough, ob course, I knows dat I'm right." "Indeed!"
"I grieve to hear that," said the consul earnestly, for he saw that the man was in no jesting humour. "Let me know what distresses you." "Sidi Cadua," said Bobi. "What! the father of poor Ashweesha, widow of my late friend Achmet Dey?" said the consul. "Yis. Hush! Omar Dey de divl," growled Bobi in a low tones, "gits the berry stones to listen an' reports wat peepil say."
"I knowed a feller as was in command of a party o' whites, who got into much the same sort of fix with the Injuns always fightin' and murderin'; so what does he do, think ye?" "Shooted de chief and all hims peepil," suggested Gibault. "Nothin' o' the sort," replied Waller. "He sends for the chief, an' gives him a grand present, an' says he wants to marry his darter.
"It's not that kind of stink I mean, Quashy; quite another sort," said Pedro, who felt unequal to the task of explanation. "But look sharp; we must lend the Indians a helping hand to-night." "But I don't know nuffin about it," said Quashy, "an' a man what don't know what to do is on'y in de way ob oder peepil."
"Like Dick," replied the girl quietly. "Like Dick!" echoed March in surprise; "why, that's what Dick said himself, and yet, by all accounts, his character must be very different from that of Dick, who seems to be the kindest, tenderest-hearted man that ever came to trap in the Rocky Mountains." "What does peepil say 'bout this Wild Mans of the West?" inquired Mary.
"Ja, he is good master an' so's him's fadder, an' all him's peepil but what good dat doos to me!" returned the Hottentot gloomily. "It is true your laws do not allow us to be bought and sold like de slaves, but dat very ting makes de masters hate us and hurt us more dan de slaves." This was to some extent true.
Some peepil say he's not a rubber at all, but a good sort o' feller as goes mad sometimes. He's bery kind to women an' child'n, but he's bery awrful." "That's a strange character. How do you know he's so very awful, Quashy?" "Because I seed 'im, massa." "Indeed, where?"
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