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I jest had to chance it, hopin' it might be somethin' less than a thousand foot drop. I ran straight to the edge, and jest managed to throw myself flat on my face an' clutch at the grasses like mad to keep from pitchin' clean out into space. It was a drop, all right, two hundred foot or more o' sheer cliff. "An' the bear was not thirty yards behind me.
"If you will hold him he is quite quiet now I will go see." A negro came panting around the turn. "Gawd-a-moughty, marster! did you cotch dat horse? You, Selim, I's gwine lam' you, I's gwine teach you er lesson dancin' roun' on yo' two foots 'cause you sees er scrap of paper! R'arin' an' pitchin' an' flingin' white folks on er heap of stones! I'll larn you!
"'Oh, says he 'right of sarch! right of sarch! I've been tryin' to sarch my memory, but can't find it. I don't recollect that sarmont about Hope pitchin' her tent on the hill. When was it? "'It was afore the juvenile-united-democratic-republican association to Funnel Hall, sais I. "'Oh, says he, 'that was an oration it was an oration that.
Atwixt spring and fall work is "BLOWIN TIME." Then Courts come on, and Grand Jury business, and Militia trainin, and Race trainin, and what not; and a fine spell of ridin about and doin nothin, a real "BLOWIN TIME." Then comes harvest, and that is proper hard work, mowin and pitchin hay, and reapin and bindin grain, and potatoe diggin.
There was snap to her, and she would not go to pitchin' in to Ethie." Accordingly, the next mail carried to Melinda Jones a note from Andy, which was as follows: "MISS MELINDA JONES: Dear Madam We found the letters Ethie writ, one to me, and one to Dick, and Dick's was too much for him.
"Why, no longer ago than supper-time last night, when ye said ye had eaten such a lot that ye wouldn't be able to taste another bite for a month to come, an' didn't I see ye pitchin' into the wittles this mornin' as if ye had bin starvin' for a week past?" "Git along wid ye," retorted Flinn; "yer jokes is as heavy as yerself, an' worth about as much."
I sees it all like in a wision." His eyes closed, and his hands and feet swam vaguely. "Me and Monkey o' the one side, and the Three J's o' tother, pitchin' the tale a treat at tops of our voices." He opened his eyes slowly, ogled Ma, tapped her knee, winked, and ended confidentially: "One thing, old dear. I'll lay they'll give Putnam's best same there as here. Now then!" Putnam's Once More
'Tis well I'm a mon who kapes his temper, or 'twould ha' gone har-r-rd wid him." "A big man, was he, Mr. Foyle?" asked Ruth. "What had that to do wid it?" demanded the old man, belligerently. "When the Foyles' dander is riz it ain't size that's goin' to stop wan o' that name from pitchin' into an' wallopin' the biggest felly that iver stepped. He was big," he added; "but I've seen bigger.
An' he sets down to a typewriter, an' denounces an' deplores till th' hired man blows th' dinner horn. Whin he can denounce an' deplore no longer he views with alarm an' declares with indignation. An' he sinds it down to Kansas City, where th' cot beds come fr'm." "Oh, ye're always pitchin' into some wan," said Mr. Hennessy. "I bet ye Willum Jennings Bryan niver see th' platform befure it wint in.
The rest of us don't crowd 'round none to watch the play, don't hover over it that a-way, 'cause we ain't aimin' to acquire nothin' ourse'fs. "Jack has a heap of trouble an' worry. Never sees no smallpox do you? Folks locoed most usual, clean off up in the air an' pitchin' on their ropes. Of course the Yallerhouse gent has all he needs.
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