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Updated: June 13, 2025
Why," sez I, "I never see a occupation so risin' as his'n is, both milk and hop." But she wouldn't seem to give in and encourage him much only by spells. And then Abram didn't take the right way with her. I see he wuz a goin' just the wrong way to win a woman's love. For his love, his great honest love for her made him abject, he groveled at her feet, loved to grovel.
Crockett," said Ned, red in the face. "No, you don't snore, I'll take that back," said Davy Crockett, when the laugh subsided, "but I never saw a young man sleep more beautifully an' skillfully. Why, the risin' an' fallin' of your chest was as reg'lar as the tickin' of a clock." Ned joined them at the table. He did not mind the jests of those men, as they did not mind the jests of one another.
I'm thinkin' a good deal of risin' for prayers myself, if it's only to get through before he gives me a talkin' to."
Bein' as you're tender, Sol Hyde, an' not used to hard life in the woods, you kin take that bed yourself, an' in the mornin' your wally will be here with hot water in a silver mug an' a razor to shave you, an' he'll dress you in a ruffled red silk shirt an' a blue satin waistcoat, an' green satin breeches jest comin' to the knee, where they meet yellow silk stockin's risin' out uv purple satin slippers, an' then he'll clap on your head a big wig uv snow-white hair, fallin' all about your shoulders an' he'll buckle a silver sword to your side, an' he'll say: 'Gentlemen, him that hez long been known ez Shif'less Sol, an' desarvin' the name, but who in reality is the King o' France, is now before you.
I wuz 'yer w'en Henry Clay en James K. Polk wuz runnin'. I wuz hired at de ole City Hotel ovuh on de river. I wuz din'in room servant dere. Mah marster would hab me sing a song fer him 'bout de Democrats. "Hooray de kuntry ez risin'; rise up en drown ole Clay en his pizen". I guess ole Clay wuz a right good fellow but he played cards wid de niggers in de cellar.
"There's all the Dep'fords goin', six in the wagon," she told us joyfully; "an' Mis' Alva Tilley's folks are now risin' the hill in their new carry-all." Mrs. Blackett pulled at the neat bow of her black bonnet-strings, and tied them again with careful precision. "I believe your bonnet's on a little bit sideways, dear," she advised Mrs. Todd as if she were a child; but Mrs.
"Not yet." "Wal," said the man, "for an old feller, an a feller what don't know the country hereabouts, he's gone on a dangerous journey; an ef he's tried to get back, he's found it a pooty hard road to travel." "Isn't there any chance of his gettin back by the cliff?" "Not with the water risin onto his path." "Is there any way of gettin up to the top of the cliff?"
Every mawnin', early, they takes him out " "Who takes him out?" "Li'l white boy they calls Dutchy." "Nobody else goes with him?" Shanghai shook his head. "How old is this boy?" asked the canny horseman. "How ole? Why, kunnel, I reckon he's risin' fifteen, mebbe." "Smart boy?" Shanghai cackled derisively. "I loaned him a two-bit piece, kunnel, an' he tol' me all he knowed!"
An' yet, son, this voylent person in buckskins is a Second Lootenant-a mere boy, he is-from West P'int; while that outcast in the reedic'lous hat is foaled on the plains an' never does go that clost to the risin' sun as to glimpse the Old Missouri.
"I's seen de ha'nt, Marse Rad; de sho nuff ha'nt all dressed in black an' risin' outen de spring-hole." "You fool!" Radnor cried. "Get on your feet and behave yourself." "It was de debbil," Mose chattered. "His face was black an' his eyes was fire." "You've been drinking, Mose," Radnor said sharply.
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