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Whativer ye do comes right somehow; but yer a great puzzle about the greatest puzzle that's comed across my tracks since I was a squallin' little babby-boy!" On reaching the neighbourhood of the Blackfoot camp, Whitewing, and his companions crept to the top of the eminence which overlooked it, taking care, however, to keep as far away as possible from the sentinel who still watched there.
Every one can't live in Sydney, an' that's what they're all makin' for now. Every one is getting some little agency parasite business. They've got sense to see the people on the land is the most despised and sat upon. You don't hear no squallin' about they'll protect the farmer.
But not while you got the benefit of my brains they won't know as much as we do. 'Tain't possibil." "And what did you bite me for?" pursued Swing, disregarding the slur. "Hell's bells, if you'd bit Luke I wouldn't have a word to say, but why pick on me?" "Well, you bumped my head so hard I saw sparks, so we're even. Say, stop squallin' about yore hand!
Riggs advanced toward her with his hands clutching, as if eager to throttle her. The girl leaned forward, her face reddening, her eyes fierce. "You damned little cat!" muttered Riggs, thickly. "I'll gag you if you don't stop squallin'." "Come on. I dare you to lay a hand on me.... Harve Riggs, I'm not the least afraid of you. Can't you savvy that? You're a liar, a four-flush, a sneak!
Las', yer come a great big black wolf wid his eyes shinin' like fier coals, en he grab de hide and rush out. 'Twa'n't long 'fo' de nigger year his brer holler'n en squallin', en he tuck a light, he did, en went out, en dar wuz his brer des a waller'n on de groun' en squirmin' 'roun', kaze de salt on de skin wuz stingin' wuss'n ef he had his britches lineded wid yallerjackets.
"It's allus been a puzzle to me just why I did it, for I was wet through an' most froze, an' what I'd pulled out looked like a feather bed tied round with a cord, but I out with my knife an' cut the cords, an' thar in the middle o' two feather beds was a box, an' in the box a baby alive an' squallin'!
Ruggles had gone off to a party and stayed till midnight, leaving her with that squallin' brat; but never you mind," said she, "I poured a little paregol down its throat, or my name aint Hannah," and with a sigh of relief at her escape from "Miss Ruggles," she finished her story and resumed her accustomed duties, which for many weeks she faithfully performed, finding but little fault with the frequent suggestions of Mrs.
Mother woke me at night, and asked if that wa'n't a chicken squallin. I told her that I had the plan of a new barn in my head, and that I couldn't let the squallin' of no sich thing as a chicken drive it out, and I went to sleep. But you ought to have seen the look she gave me the next mornin' when we found feathers scattered all over the yard.
"Oh, that's too bad, now, ain't it?" drawled Oliver Torrey, as he leered out of one eye. "Say, kid, we'll beat youse so bad you'll be squallin' before you're half-way round the globe," put in Sam Lane. "You bet! Ain't no use o' flying against such veterans as us," supplemented Chuck Crossman, with a wag of his frowsy head. Mr. Wrenn frowned.
While she stood irresolute, the man of whom she spoke chanced to turn the corner, and ran against her, somewhat roughly. "Hallo! is that you?" he demanded, in tones that told too clearly where he had been spending the night. "Yes, Ned, it's me. I was just thinking about going home." "Home, indeed 'stime to b'goin' home. Where'v you bin? The babby 'll 'v bin squallin' pretty stiff by this time."
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