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Updated: June 29, 2025
"'You silly man, she says, 'you could have had me long ago. "'If I'd only 'a' known it, he says. "'Oh, the ignorance o' some men! she says, lookin' into his eyes. "'It exceeds the penetration o' some women, I says. "They came together ag'in quite spiteful. I separated 'em. "'Quit, I says. 'Stop pickin' on each other. It provokes you an' me too.
'I can see he gambles by him pickin' up the salt cellar between his thumb an' middle finger with the forefinger over the top like it's a stack of chips, one evenin' when he stays to supper an' I asks him to "pass the salt." Then ag'in, he don't drink; he tells me so himse'f when I invites him to libate.
"A feller ez goes arter work goes on a fool's errant," responded Abner, dejectedly. "There ain' no work nowhar, an a feller might jess ez well sit down to hum an wait till the sheriff comes arter him." "The only work as pays now-a-days is pickin the bones o' the people.
His hair and complexion was accordin' to specifications, I admit, and his eyes were as blue as a new set of lunch counter crockery; and if he was all Uncle Jerry could show in the nephew line, then he must be it. "All right," says I. "It ain't me that's pickin' him.
Looey, the grandest city in the world, stoppin' in the finest room at the Planters' House, an' tilted back in a rockin' chair pickin' my teeth with a gold tooth pick, after hevin' et a dinner that cost a hull five dollars. But you come into our house, Steve, an' warm up an' eat hot food, while Young William, here, takes your hosses to the stable, an' quite a good hoss boy is young William, too."
Every time the neighbors see him steppin' by Saturday nights, all fixed up, with that brown coat on he's had sence the year one, they have suthin' to say, 'Goin' over to 'Mandy's, that's what they say. An' on'y last Saturday one on 'em hollered out to me, when I was pickin' a mess o' pease for Sunday, 'Wonder what 'Mandy'll answer when he gits round to askin' of her? I hadn't a word to say.
I dunno how many nights and days it is at all but here I'll stop; niver a fut I'll stir to be lookin' for bite or sup, or lettin' on I'm in it and anybody may take the bit of money and welcome; I'd as lief be pickin' up the dirt on the road for I'll just give me life a chance to ind out of the world's misery and disolation."
He flies right off the handle for nothin'. He goes strayin' away off in the fields and gullies, a browsin' about with a hammer, crackin' up bits of stones like walnuts, or pickin' up old weeds, faded flowers, and what not; and stands starin' at 'em for ever so long, through his eye-glass, and keeps a savin' to himself, 'Wonderful provision of natur! Airth and seas! what does he mean?
The strident ill-nature of the speaker challenged argument, but the boys were in good-humor. "What you pickin' on Montoya for?" queried a cowboy, laughing. "He ain't here." Pete sat up, naturally interested in the answer. "He's lucky he ain't," retorted the cow-puncher. "You're lucky he ain't," came from Pete's vicinity. "Who says so?" Andy White tugged at Pete's sleeve. "Shut up, Pete!
He's in a hurry to get home to his sweetheart wid the iligant prisint he's after pickin' up for her. Ay, that's right, woman alive; give a tie to the bit of string, and then there's nothin' to be delayin' him." After this everybody said good-bye with much politeness and affability, though withal a certain air of despatch, as if they were conscious of handling rather perishable goods.
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