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"It ain't a good idee to go slidin' down hill in the summer-time an' in the dark, too. Le's have a game o' cards." I remember that we had three merry games and went to bed. All outward signs of our trouble had vanished in the glow of the candles. Next day I rode to the post-office and found there a book addressed to me in the handwriting of old Kate. It was David Hoffman's Course of Legal Study.
And as for us, we wuz in the world of the livin' still, and I still owed a livin' duty to my companion, to make him as happy as possible. And so I sez, mildly, "Wall, I don't know as there is anything wrong in slidin' down hill, Josiah. I s'pose I can go with you."
With a furtive smile that often ran across his lips, he pulled out a flat bottle, and all took an acquaintanceship swallow, while the Clallams explained their journey. "How many air there of yu' slidin' down the hill?" he inquired, shifting his eye to the wagon. "I've got my wife and little girl up there. That's all of us." "Ladies along! Then I'll step behind this bush."
"Calling me, sir?" says I, slidin' out of my chair and into the next room prompt. Old Hickory nods. "Find that man Pettigrew," says he, tossin' over the letter. "He owns some land we need. There's a map of it, also a memorandum of what we're willing to pay. Report to-morrow." "Yes, sir," says I. "Want me to close the deal by noon?" Maybe they didn't catch the flicker under them bushy eyebrows.
Ef they 'll let us alone fer three days, we 'll be out o' here. Now, you mark my word." "How?" I inquired. "Jest a leetle job o' slidin' downhill," he said. "There's a big drain-pipe goes under this cell t' the river, prob'ly. He says it's bigger 'n a barrel." We saved our candle that day, and walked up and down, from wall to wall, for exercise.
I wasn't much acquainted over in Danders, an' I thought it would be easy slidin'; but the first feller I met was a useless sort of a cuss what had been punchin' cows at the Diamond Dot the time the Prophy Gang tried to clean it out, an' he has to tell 'em who I am, an' they had all heard about me an' Bill Andrews; so 'at it was purt' nigh impossible for me to hold out.
"So that's Willard's measure!" he said. "He grades up like a side-winder slidin' under the sagebrush. There's nothin' clean about him but his clothes. But he's playin' a game him an' Chavis. An' I'm the guy they're after!" He laughed, and Uncle Jepson shivered.
Mud-Turkle house, dey all sot up, dey did, en tole tales, en den w'en twelf er' clock come dey had crawfish fer dinner, en dey 'joy deyse'f right erlong. Atter dinner dey went down ter Mr. Mud-Turkle mill-pon, en w'en dey git dar Mr. Mud-Turkle en Brer Tarrypin dey 'muse deyse'f, dey did, wid slidin' fum de top uv a big slantin' rock down inter de water.
"That's snow slidin'," the Girl informed him without the slightest trace of anxiety in her voice. "God bless you, Girl," he murmured, and retreated back of the curtains. It was only an instant before he was back again with: "Why, there is something out there sounded like people calling," he again whispered.
Then, too, Elijah's goin' to have a joke about the paper's comin' in among us like a man goes into politics, kind of slidin' an' turnin' this way an' that, an' I must say I begin to find some of Elijah's ideas pretty bright. But my mind's taken a new turn on his subjeck from what he said at dinner, an' I will admit, Mrs.
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