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Updated: June 15, 2025
I have myself taken down from the lips of Carolina mountaineers some eight hundred dialectical or obsolete words, to say nothing of the much greater number of standard English terms that they command. Seldom is a "hill-billy" at a loss for a word. Lacking other means of expression, there will come "spang" from his mouth a coinage of his own.
As he did so a little branch snapped. Dolph, startled, turned his head. Before he could lift a finger Jim was upon him like a panther. There was an indistinct cry of alarm. Spang! Off went a revolver, discharged at random, and the two were struggling in a confused heap under the low boughs. It was a short fight. A third figure launched itself into the mêlée.
The house of the sisters Spang was a pleasant one to go to; they were two unmarried ladies who kept an excellent girls' school, at which Julius Lange taught drawing. Benny Spang, not a beautiful, but a brilliant girl, with exceptional brains, daughter of the well-known Pastor Spang, a friend of Soeren Kierkegaard, adopted a tone of good- fellowship towards me that completely won my affection.
The old man's done for, this time, ez I allow spang in the innards. Ease me down and get off for yerselves, if so be ye can, im me jit " The wagging jaw dropped and the keen old eyes went dim and sightless. Dick's oath was more a sob than an imprecation; and now it was I who said: "Come on the living before the dead!" and so we made the well-nigh hopeless dash for the horses.
An' she hev got a white star spang in the middle o' her forehead, an' the left side o' her nose is white too." Todd rose suddenly to his feet. "By gum!" he cried, with a burst of passion, "she air my filly! An' 'twar that thar durned horse-thief of a ranger ez tolled her off!" Deep among the wooded spurs Lonesome Cove nestles, sequestered from the world.
"Something gone wrong with her rudder, they say. She's goin' spang onto the reef. Ev'rybody's down there, an' the life-savers are comin' around from Wellriver with their gear." "Gale out o' the no'theast, too!" exclaimed Cap'n Joab, starting for the door. The story-teller saw his audience melt away in a minute. He went out on the porch.
There's not more'n two or three close at hand, but the whole kit an' b'ilin' know we're here." The spiteful spang of his rifle barely interrupted the woods life close about us. Only for a moment did the squirrels cease their chatter. A grouse drummed away in alarm, but only for a short flight. No cries of rage, nor war-whoops, warned that the enemy were closing in on us.
"Look there!" exclaimed Penrod. "You haven't got any finger!" "I mum map," said Verman, with egregious pride. "HE done 'at," interpreted Herman, chuckling. "Yessuh; done chop 'er spang off, long 'go. He's a playin' wif a ax an' I lay my finguh on de do'-sill an' I say, 'Verman, chop 'er off! So Verman he chop 'er right spang off up to de roots! Yessuh." "What FOR?" "Jes' fo' nothin'."
For a moment they remained silent, breathless. Spang! A second shot, distant but distinct, rang out from beyond the brow of the bank behind the cabin. Spurling sprang from his bunk. "Boys!" he shouted. "Somebody's after those sheep! Turn out!" Hurriedly he began dressing. The other four followed his example, fumbling with clumsy fingers in the darkness. Nemo gave a short, sharp bark.
I ain' teck but one good look, suh, den I drap de bucket down agin en keep a-crawlin' like Marse Bland tole me twel I git 'mos' ter de cawn fiel' dat run right spang up de hill whar de big guns wuz a-spittin' fire en smoke.
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