United States or Syria ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


I'll want good plain print: Solomon Rollin, Cappenter 'n J'iner, Hillsborough, NY soun's putty good don't it. 'Beautiful, I answered. 'I'll git a big lot on 'em, he said.

He would soon see her now, and if she had any cause for fear or unhappiness, he would place himself at her service for a day, a week, a month, a year, a lifetime, if need be. His reverie was broken by a slight noise from the thicket at his left. "I wonder who dat is?" he muttered. "It soun's mighty quare, ter say de leas'." He listened intently for a moment, but heard nothing further.

An' da kep' me in de kitchen wid Aunt Milla, de cook, to watch me. It 'peared like I's goin' down into a horrible place of awful soun's an' rattlin' of chains; an' I prayed mightily for help, an' Jesus reached down an' took my han' an' lifted me up to a glorious palace so beautiful, an' every thing was light. Steps seemed built out of light, somehow made into sub'sance, I can't 'escribe it.

It soun's too like bugger-boo ter me. Jes' call it house or home, but not dat scarey name what you and yo' teacher roll out so keerless like." "All right, Aunt Mary, if you don't like bungalow, 'my teacher' and I will stop calling it that."

The boy's voice sounded strange and hard even to himself. Bachelor Billy looked down into his face questioningly. "What's the matter wi' ye, Ralph? Soun's like as if ye'd been a-cryin'. Anything gone wrong?" "Oh, no. Only I'm tired, that's all, an' an' wet." "Ye look bad i' the face. Mayhap an' ye're a bit sick?" "No, I ain't sick."

They all listened, hearing a low, weird cry outside the door. "Soun's t' me like a raccoon," Miss S'mantha whispered thoughtfully. "Or a lamb," said Miss Letitia. "Er a painter," Tunk ventured, his ear turning to catch the sound. "Let's open the door," said Sidney Trove, advancing. "Not me," said Tunk, firmly, raising his gun.

"But dere's somethin' gwine on in dere, dere sho' is! 'No nigger damnation! Dat soun's all right, I'm sho' dere ain' no nigger I knows w'at wants damnation, do' dere's lots of 'em w'at deserves it; but ef dat one-eyed Cap'n McBane got anything ter do wid it, w'atever it is, it don' mean no good fer de niggers, damnation'd be better fer 'em dan dat Cap'n McBane!

Well, 'twan't long fo' de gyarden wuz plum crowded wid folks come ter wush on de stone, an' hit wuz er growin' bigger an' bigger all de time, an' mashin' de blossoms an' grass; an' dar wan't no mo' merry chil'en playin' 'mong de trees an' wadin' in de streams; no soun's ob laughin' and joy in de gyarden; eb'ybody wuz er quarlin, 'bout'n who should hab de nex' place, or wuz tryin' ter study up what dey'd wush fur; an' Cheery wuz jes ez mizer'bul as er free nigger, 'bout her gyarden.

'Course," Jeems looked at them apologetically, "it soun's sorta silly, but when Gran'pappy tol' yo' things yo' kinda believed 'em. So aftah he died Ah usta come huntin' heah too. An' then when Ah opened the chest and foun' these " From his breast pocket he drew a wash-leather bag and opened it. He held out to Val a chain of gold mesh ending in a carnelian carved into a seal.

"If you-all wants to decide dis mattah beyont all doubt, Ah respekf'ly suggests dat we hold a see-ance in dis hyar room, under any c'nditions dat you-all kin d'vise. If Ah cain't show yo mo' supernat'ral man'festations dan he can, Ah gives him fifty dollahs. If it's de oder way 'roun', he leaves de city within twenty-fo' hours. Is dat fair?" "Well, it suttinly soun's puff'cly jest," replied Mr.