Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 18, 2025
Westerfelt is about the squarest man I ever struck an' would fight a circular saw bare-handed, an' Miss Harriet, I'll sw'ar I jest can't think o' nothin' good enough to say about you, except ef you hadn't a-been all wool an' a yard wide Mr. Westerfelt wouldn't a-been so crazy about you."
He was in the dead man's house, after being forbidden to shadow its threshold. "Hell!" cried Thornton aloud. "Ef I stayed she'd hev ter come inter C'ote an' sw'ar either fer me or ergin me an' like es not, she'd break down an' confess. Anyhow, ef they put her in ther jail-house I reckon ther child would hev hits bornin' thar. Hell no!"
Nineteen years were nineteen years, and the garb and bearing of civilisation would make a baffling change in any man previously seen attired in homespun, and carrying himself as an unsociable hoosier. "But I'd most sw'ar to him most." Stamps went through the streets muttering, "I'd most swar!"
Whatever partic'lar wagon-track do you-all follow off, may I ask? "It's then this old gent an' I la'nches into a gen'ral discussion onder the head of mes'lancous business, I reckons, an' lie puts it up his long suit, as he calls it, is `moral epidemics. He says he's wrote one book onto 'em, an' sw'ar:; he'll write another if nobody heads him off; the same bein' on-likely.
I have pen and paper with me, and am ready to write. Whether I will sign the paper will depend upon its contents." "Be ye ready?" "Yes." "Here ye have it, then. 'I solem-ny sw'ar, s'welp me! that I hain't seen no pauper, in no woods, with his name as Benedict." Jim paused, and Yates, having completed the sentence, waited.
"What'd you do to them boys back there?" demanded Si. "Didn't do nothin' to 'em. Sw'ar to God A'mighty I didn't." "That telegraph pole will be just the thing to hang him on," suggested Harry to Gid. "We could put him on a flat car and push the car out from under him. I'll look around for a rope, Gid, and you git ready to climb the pole." "He did do something to 'em, Sargint," said Gid Mackall.
"I've knowed Jasper a long time, but folks don't git round a visitin' now like they uster. Never seed yo' father drunk in my life swear it's a fact; never did. I'll bet he kin whup a ground-hog as big as he is. And I'll sw'ar, ain't this little Jimmie Starbuck?" "My name is Jim and I am a Starbuck," the preacher answered. "Thought I know'd you.
And besides, didn't that etarnal old Bruce fob me off with a beast good for nothing, and talk big to me besides? and warn't that all fa'r provocation? An didn't you yourself sw'ar ag'in shaking paws with me, and treat me as if I war no gentleman? 'Tarnal death to me, cut me loose, or I'll haunt you, when I'm a ghost, I will, 'tarnal death to me!"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking