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I pitched that there bundle of aperns right at her, and the way she growled an' tore at 'em was a caution, now I tell ye! I seen at once what she'd do to me if she got me, so I left them parts, an' left 'em quick! I started off through the woods, hittin' only the high spots, and fancied I could beat the old gal runnin'. But not on your tin-type! No, sir-ree!
The old hair trunk was brought down from the garret, and its dimensions studied. But the next evening Jim Wilkins, of Co. Q, who was home patching up a leg which had caught a bullet at Stone River, came in, and his advice was asked. "No, sir-ree," said he, emphatically. "Don't you never take no trunk nor no box. Don't you take nothin' that you can't hang on to, and keep your eye on every minute.
"My crickey!" ejaculated the American, emitting a shrill whistle of astonishment at the naive assertion. "Then what, in the name of George Washington and Abe Lincoln rolled into one, air you, sir-ree!" "I'se a 'spectable collud genlemun," replied the darkey pompously. "I guess you'll do," said Mr Lathrope laughing. "Jest hear that, now!
"Ow! he pinched me," roared Ab'm, edging suddenly off to his mother. "I didn't," cried Joel, stoutly; "I did't touch him a single bit! But he shan't scare Phronsie, or I'll pitch into him. Yes, sir-ree!" "Joel!" cried Polly, in great distress, across the table.
He walked in to see the landlord. "What are the Van Kamps paying you for those three rooms?" he asked. "Fifteen dollars," Uncle Billy informed him, smoking one of Mr. Van Kamp's good cigars and twiddling his thumbs in huge content. "I'll give you thirty for them. Just set their baggage outside and tell them the rooms are occupied." "No sir-ree!" rejoined Uncle Billy.
"I'm big enough," declared Joel, strutting around and pulling at the things that Polly said were dampers though why they should be damp, when there was a fire in the stove every day, he never could see. "And when Polly sees that I can make it as good's she can, she'll let me do it every day. Yes, sir-ree!" With that he drew the match, and held it to an end of the paper, sticking up.
Why, he's strong as an ox. No, sir-ree, nateral depravity, I say. I tried to whip it out of him. It did him no good." "I shouldn't think it would," decided Frank mentally, and then the conversation dropped and the man returned to his paper. Frank felt sorry for the grumpy, sad-looking boy across the aisle. His own loveless experience with his aunt at Tipton gave him some reason for this.
"No, sir-ree; I'm not going to leave you here alone to fight any gun battle with a band of bandits." But the boy was still undismayed by his father's resoluteness. He had one more proposal to offer, and he presented it thus: "You don't need to leave me here alone, dad. Mr. Baker may stay; you can run the Catwhisker alone."
So David was saved being sent off to bed, until it was time for Joel to go too. "I ain't a-goin' to invite any one," said Joel; "no, sir-ree! Everybody's got to pay to come into my show." "How much do we pay?" asked Polly. "O dear me, Joe, I don't b'lieve you'll get many people to see it." "Pins, I s'pose," said Ben. "Yes," said Joel, "pins, an' good ones, too, not crooked, bent old things."
Well, I ain't, an' dat's flat. No, sir-ree, honey! You mout jes' ez well run 'long back out dere on dat front po'ch, 'ca'se I'm tellin' you I ain't gwine stir nary inch f'um whar I is twell yore sister git back yere." Beaten and discomfited, with one hand up to a burning cheek, Emmy Lou returned to her young man. On his face was a queer smile.
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