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I ain't afeard o' a wolf, but ef I didn't hev a rifle, an' you wuzn't with me, I'd be plum' skeered at them twenty back thar, follerin' us lookin' at us an' slaverin'." The shiftless one shook his fist at the king wolf, an enormous beast, the largest that they had ever seen in Kentucky.
"Then ther boy commenced growin' up, lazy-like an' shiftless," enlightened the parson. "Ther old man 'lowed thet hit wouldn't hardly be no fallacy ter name him Lizzie or Lake Erie, but he swore on a hull stack of Bibles thet he aimed ter make a man of ther gal." Suddenly the speaker broke off and his brow clouded.
"When I shet my eyes ez I'm doin' now I kin see him," said the shiftless one. "He's away off thar toward the north, skirtin' around an Injun village, Mohawk most likely, lookin' an' listenin' an' gatherin' talk about their plans." "He ain't doin' any sech thing," broke in Long Jim.
Doan't look at the moon an' stars so much; think of me, an' look lower." Slowly the beauty of the hour and the sweet-hearted girl at his elbow threw some sunshine into Clement's moody heart. For a little while the melancholy and shiftless dreamer grew happier.
Perhaps thirty or forty slaves were employed about Tallwoods home farm, as it was called. They did their work much as they liked, in a way not grudging for the main part. Idle and shiftless, relying on the frequent absence of the master and the ease of gaining a living, they worked no more than was necessary to keep up a semblance of routine.
Mary, as all the Bracketts knew, was the poor relation that had married shiftless Joe Hemenway, who had died after a time, leaving behind him a little Joe and three younger girls and a boy.
He was a handsome fellow, with the easy, winning ways that women love. His hair curled in bronze masses about his head; his dark eyes were long and drowsy and laughing; there was a swarthy bloom on his round cheeks; and his lips were as red and beguiling as a girl's. A bad egg was Paul King, with a bad past and a bad future. He was shiftless and drunken; ugly tales were told of him.
"We must crawl into a hole, boys," he said, "and stay there while the cannon balls pass over us." "Here's a gully," said the shiftless one, "and it will hold us all." "The rest of you go into it," said Henry. "I've changed my mind about myself." "What are you thinking of?" asked Paul. "Do you see that big tree growing further down the slope, a little closer to the river.
Often have his candles been burned to the snuff, and glimmered and stunk in the sockets, whilst he grew pale at his constitutional studies; long, sleepless nights has he wasted, long, laborious, shiftless journeys has he made, and great sums has he expended, in order to secure the purity, the independence, and the sobriety of elections, and to give a check, if possible, to the ruinous charges that go nearly to the destruction of the right of election itself.
"Poor man, I'm sorry for him if he is. Of all the shiftless women " "The gentleman says, my lady," said the servant reappearing with rather an awestruck face, "that he wishes to speak to you most particular." "James, did I not tell you to send him to Mr. Dawson?" "I delivered the message, my lady. But the gentleman says he's seen Mr.
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