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"I can clear him of 'em both," said Madge. "I'll sw'ar th' killin' was in self-defense; I'll sw'ar that Holton owned, before me, that he saw Joe leave th' stable afore th' fire." "He saw him!" exclaimed Frank, astonished. "What was Holton doing there?" "Oh, don't you see?" said Madge. "He war your enemy th' man as told Joe th' lie ag'in you in th' mountings, th' man as tried to burn Queen Bess."
"Leastways, not near him. There was no cover. He might have been around a p'int. And I can sw'ar to this: there weren't no tracks of no kind from there to camp." They caught up horses and started out. When they came to the Lost Dog, they stopped and looked at each other. "Poor old Babes," said Simmins. "Biggest clean-up yet; and first time one of 'em didn't go 'long."
"I disremember if I do, Brother Roach." "Well, sir, when one of 'em passes in front of your Uncle Johnny, you may up and sw'ar his dagarrytype is took. That nigger, roosting up there so slick and cool, is Bledser's Blue Dave. Nuther more, nuther less." "Bledser's Blue Dave!" exclaimed Brother Brannum in a voice made sepulchral by amazement. "The identical nigger!
You'll be erbleege to stop in Gullettsville to-night, an' in case er accidents you thes better tie this on your coat." The old mountaineer produced a small piece of red woollen string, and looped it in Woodward's button-hole. "Ef any er the boys run up wi' you an' begin to git limber-jawed," league continued, "thes hang your thum' in that kinder keerless like, an' they'll sw'ar by you thereekly.
Now jine this on: 'An' I solem-ny sw'ar, s'welp me! that I won't blow on Benedict, as isn't a pauper no more nor Jim Fenton is an' if so be as I do blow on Benedict I give Jim Fenton free liberty, out and out to lick me without goin' to lor but takin' the privlidge of self-defense." Jim thought a moment. He had wrought out a large phrase. "I guess," said he, "that covers the thing.
Then a sudden spasm caught her throat, and left her body rigid, her hands shut, and her eyes dry and hard she knew him. A slow pallor drove the flush of surprise from her face, and her lips moved once, but there was not even a whisper from them. Rome raised one hand before his face, as though to ward off something. "Don't look at me that way, Marthy my God, don't! I didn't kill him. I sw'ar it!
"I've been hidin' it for years." He spoke pleadingly. "Look hyar. I've got everythin' that heart can wish. Joe Lorey, I'll save you from them men. I'll sw'ar I saw you leave the stable afore th' fire begun." He moved his eyes from one of the accusing faces to the other, terrified. "I'll make ye both rich if you'll never speak that name ag'in!" "Your weight in gold would make no differ!"
On one occasion, in Ohio, when the home guards were peppering us in rather livelier fashion than usual, he said to Captain C.H. Morgan, with tears in his voice: "I sw'ar if I wouldn't give all the salt in Kaintucky to stand once more safe and sound on the banks of Calfkiller Creek." Pushing on before dawn of the 3d, we reached Columbia in the afternoon.
"That is serious news, Pete," said I. "Who were talking?" But Pete, who was already frightened half to death, grew suddenly cautious. "I don' jest rightly know, sah," he said sullenly. "I couldn't tell. Jes' Massa Mo'ton. He say he gwine sw'ar in good big posse." "I can believe that," said I thoughtfully.
Ye'll never git no chance to make me yer slave, and beat me and starve me t' death as yo' did Nance Brill. I ain't gwine t' fool with yer pervarsity nary a minnit longer. Say this instant whether yo'll do as I say with a freewill and good heart, or out goes yer peeper." "Yo' sw'ar hit?" she demanded. "Yes, I sw'ar hit," answered Jeff. Mrs.
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