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There ar-re twinty thousan' Rooshian Jews at a quarther a vote in th' Sivinth Ward; an', ar-rmed with rag hooks, they'd be a tur-rble thing f'r anny inimy iv th' Anglo-Saxon 'lieance to face. Th' Bohemians an' Pole Anglo-Saxons may be a little slow in wakin' up to what th' pa-apers calls our common hurtage, but ye may be sure they'll be all r-right whin they're called on.
"Well, then, he was a Rooshian or a Prooshian." "Nor was he either of those." "Well, it don't make no diff'unce, nohow. He wuz a furriner, that's shore, an' he's dead, both uv which things is ag'inst him. It looks strange to me, Paul, that a furriner with the outlandish ways that furriners always hev should hev been sech a good gen'ral." "He was probably the best the world has produced, Jim.
Well, when the news was brought us, this poor old worm lifts his fist up to the sun an' says, 'God do so to me an' more also, he says, 'if ever I falls across a Rooshian! An' 'God send me a Rooshian just one! he says, meanin' that Rooshians don't grow on brambles hereabouts. Now the boy was our only flesh.
Sho' I reckoned from the peart way Long Jim spoke up that you wuz loaded down with hummin' birds' tongues, ortylans, an' all them other Roman and Rooshian delicacies Paul talks about in a way to make your mouth water. But turkeys! jest turkeys! Nothin' but turkeys!" "You jest wait till you see me cookin' 'em, Sol Hyde," said Long Jim.
True their pig-styes were either under their front windows; or within two feet of the wall: but to pull down a poor man's pig-stye! they might ever so well be Rooshian slaves! and all the town was on their side; for pigs were the normal inhabitants of Aberalva back-yards.
Be worse for him, says he, nor any Rooshian. Time all. There's eleven of them. Get ye gone. Forward, woozy wobblers! Night. Night. May Allah the Excellent One your soul this night ever tremendously conserve. Your attention! We're nae tha fou. The Leith police dismisseth us. The least tholice. Ware hawks for the chap puking. Unwell in his abominable regions. Yooka. Night. Mona, my true love. Yook.
"I believe I'm going to cure you, after all," said he. Late that afternoon Mr. Hyde disappeared; he did not show up until after dark. "I been to see Lo, the poor squaw," he readily confessed. "She ain't the pure domestic leaf, she's a blend part Rooshian, or something. Seems there was a gang of Rooshians or Swedes or Dagoes of some sort used to run this country.
He was usually called “Curly Peter,” or “Rooshian Peter.” The two Russians made good farmhands, and in summer they worked out together. I had heard our neighbors laughing when they told how Peter always had to go home at night to milk his cow. Other bachelor homesteaders used canned milk, to save trouble. Sometimes Peter came to church at the sod schoolhouse.
"I tell ye, whin th' Clan an' th' Sons iv Sweden an' th' Banana Club an' th' Circle Francaize an' th' Pollacky Benivolent Society an' th' Rooshian Sons of Dinnymite an' th' Benny Brith an' th' Coffee Clutch that Schwartzmeister r-runs an' th' Tur-rnd'ye-mind an' th' Holland society an' th' Afro-Americans an' th' other Anglo-Saxons begin f'r to raise their Anglo-Saxon battle-cry, it'll be all day with th' eight or nine people in th' wurruld that has th' misfortune iv not bein' brought up Anglo-Saxons."
He said, 'Come ahead, every time: he never said, 'Go ahead, An' if all th' boys layin' out there on th' prairie in their graves c'd tell, I'm bettin' my six-shooter ag'in' what you all know about th' Rooshian langwidge that they'd say as how th' Old Man died with a sword in one hand an' a gun in th' other, a-lookin' right into th' sun.
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