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This was addressed to Rube, who was busy on his rib and made no reply. "He? not he," said another, answering for him. "Rube's ate a heap o' queery tit-bits in his time. Hain't ye, Rube?" "Ay, an' afore yur be as long in the mountains as this child, 'ee'll be glad to get yur teeth over wuss chawin's than wolf-meat; see if 'ee don't, young fellur." "Man-meat, I reckin?"
"But why not remain by this spring, where we have both in plenty?" "Cap'n, jest because some o' the Injun party may take a notion in thur heads to kum this way themselves. I reckin we had better make blind tracks before leavin' hyur." The force of Rube's reasoning was apparent to all, and to none more than Seguin himself. It was resolved to follow his advice at once.
At these last words, a "subtle smile, foreboding triumph," broke over Dave's composed features, as he muttered, "Reckin you'll need one 'fore you reach Ga'ed Light."
Judge, you oughter stepped down into Franklin Street and taken a look at the picture whilst there was still time. You never seen sech a funny sight in all your days, I'll bet!" "I reckin 'twould be too late to be startin' now," said Judge Priest. "I'm right sorry I missed it. . . . Busy ketchin' up, huh? Yes; I reckin he is. . . . Tell me, son, whut did you make out of the way Peep O'Day acted?"
"An' dar's good ole Aun' Patty, who knows more Scripter' dan ennybuddy h'yar, havin' been teached by de little gals from Kunnel Jasper's an' by dere mudders afore 'em. I reckin she know' de hull Bible straight froo, from de Garden of Eden to de New Jerus'lum. An' dar are udders h'yar who knows de Scripters, some one part an' some anudder.
"Why, Judge Priest, the word is all over this part of town by this time. Why, I reckin twenty-five or fifty people must 'a' been watchin' Old Peep to see how he was goin' to act when he come out of this courthouse." "Well, well, well!" murmured the Judge blandly. "Good news travels almost ez fast sometimes ez whut bad news does don't it, now? Well, son, I give up the riddle.
"Out dancin', I reckin." "The deuce. He promised me a highball." "Well," said Jim, "I guess that'll be all right. I got his bottle right here in my pocket." She smiled at him radiantly. "I guess maybe you'll need ginger ale though," he added. "Not me. Just the bottle." "Sure enough?" She laughed scornfully. "Try me. I can drink anything any man can. Let's sit down."
Davenpo't owned him an' when he heard 'bout da Yankees comin' dis way, he sont his white driver an' Howard in de carri'ge wid all his valuables to de swamp to hide, an' while dey was thar de white driver, he went off to sleep an' Howard was prowlin' 'roun' an' we all jes reckin he went on off wid de Yankees. "You mean hoo doo? Dat's whut ma pappy done to my mammy.
"An' now, my dear brev'ren," said Brother Peter, "while I was a-turnin' dis subjec' ober in my min', an' wonderin' how de women come ter hab jus' seben debbils apiece, I done reckerleck dat bit ob Scripter wot I heerd at Kyarter's Mills, an' I reckin dat 'splains how de debbils got inter woman.
So that's why, son, you've been seein' them lights a-blazin'. I've been seein' 'em myself fur goin' on twenty year or more, I reckin 'tis by now, and I've got used to 'em. But I ain't never got over wonderin' whut kind of thoughts he must have over there all alone by himself at night with everything lit up bright as day around him, when by rights things should be dark.
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