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Updated: June 14, 2025
The panther makes for the female squatter an' her litter, we pantin' an' pressin' clost behind. The panther is among 'em; the woman an' the children seems transfixed by the awful spectacle an' stands rooted with open eyes an' mouths. Our emotions shore beggars deescriptions. "'Now ensooes a scene to smite the hardiest of us with dismay.
Come to think of thet, I disremember ever hearin' of his liftin' his big hands in blessin' over a woman. Wal, when I seen him last jest a little while ago he was on his knees, not prayin', as I remarked an' he was pressin' his big hands over some bigger wounds." "Man, you drive me mad! Did Lassiter kill Dyer?" "Yes." "Did he kill Tull?" "No. Tull's out of the village with most of his riders.
"Ye'll bide a wee, an' hae something to eat?" Lisbeth asked Sam'l, with her eyes on the goblet. "No, I thank ye," said Sam'l, with true gentility. "Ye'll better." "I dinna think it." "Hoots aye; what's to hender ye?" "Weel, since ye're sae pressin', I'll bide." No one asked Sanders to stay.
Ob co'se, dey's got ter hev wuk in de crop, but you mus' member dat when de 'lection comes off de crap's all laid by, an' der ain't no mo' pressin' need fer wuk fer months ter come. Now, how's we gwine ter lib during dat time? Whar's we gwine ter lib? De white folks kin stan' it dey's got all dey wants but we can't. Now, what's we gwine ter do?
'Clean 'em an' press 'em QUICK? I says. 'I couldn' clean 'em by Resurreckshum, let alone pressin' 'em! No'm! Well, he had his blue britches, too, but they's so ripped an' tore an' kind o' shredded away in one place, the cook she jes' hollered when he spread 'em out, an' he didn' even ast me could I mend 'em.
Lemme fetch you a cheer out yere on the gallery." And she made as if to heave her vast comfortable bulk upright. "No'm, set right where you is," begged Sister Menifee. "I ain't got only jes' a few minutes to stay. Things is mighty pressin' with me. I got quite a number of my lady frien's to see to-day an' you happens to be the fust one on de list." "Is tha' so?" inquired Aunt Dilsey.
"I nuver is preached wid power yit on'y but 'cep' when I sees de sinner standin' 'fo' de bar o' de Lord, an' de witnesses on de stan', an' de speckletators pressin' for'ard to heah, an' de jury listenin', an me I'm de prosecutin' 'torney! "An' when I gits dat whole co't-room 'ranged 'fo' my eyes in my min', an' de pris'ner standin' in de box, I des reg'lar lay 'im out!
"Pard, I'm takin' it on myself thet you meet enemies here when I swore you'd meet friends. It's my fault. I'll stand by you if you let me." "No, Jim," replied Duane. "But what'd you come fer without the signal?" burst out Fletcher, in distress. He saw nothing but catastrophe in this meeting. "Jim, I ain't pressin' my company none. But when I'm wanted bad " Fletcher stopped him with a raised hand.
"Go," she said, with a fat little gesture. "Mebbe you've got pressin' business. Mebbe you want to write billy-doos to Mrs. Hilliard. Mebbe them opery glasses needs dustin' off s'more." He fled lest she say worse.
"See here, Albert," his friend said breathlessly. "I got a favour. I want you to go over to Milla's " "I'm goin' to finish pressin' these trousers," Albert interrupted. "Then I've got my breakfast to eat." "Well, you could do this first," said Ramsey, hurriedly. "It wouldn't hurt you to do me this little favour first.
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