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"No, I won't, Ben; you sit still, and I'll stand on the shore and cheer." Just as the boat was about to leave her moorings, Smith Westcott came up and insisted on getting in. "'Twon't do, Mr. Wes'cott. 'Ta'n't safe," said the helmsman. "I jest begged Mr. Charlton not to go. She's got a full load now." "Oh! I don't weigh anything. Lighter'n a feather. Only an infant.
Well, he tells me you've ben 'crost the water. 'Ta'n't jest like this over there, I guess. Pretty sightly places they be though, a'n't they? I've seen picturs in Melindy's jography, looks as ef 'twa'n't so woodsy over there as 'tis in these parts, 'specially out West.
"I do'no' 'bout lettin' on 'em go; 'ta'n't no gret good to sell 'em after all the risks is over; they git their own livin' pretty much now, an' they'll be wuth twice as much by'm'by." "I suppose so; but Mrs. Smith's turkeys have all died, and she likes to raise them." "Dew tell, ef you han't come from Miss Peter Smith's!
"No, Sir." "Don't know where he's gone, do ye?" "No, Sir." "Don't never know where he goes, I expect?" "No, Sir." "Well, when he comes home, know when he's a-comin' home?" "No, Sir." "Well, when he doos, you tell him 't some folks come to the tavern last night, 'n' talked pretty loud, 'n' I heerd Guess 'ta'n't best, though, to tell what I heerd.
But I reckon 'ta'n't best to be brash ." And Shocky looked after him, as he hobbled away over the stones, more than ever convinced that God had forgotten all about things on Flat Creek. He gravely expressed his opinion to the master the next day. Brash often bresh in the sense of refuse boughs of trees, is only another form of brush; the two are used as one word by the people.
"White's as good as black, I s'pose, a'n't it?" answered Tidy, diverted by the droll manners of her new acquaintance. "I don't see no odds nohow." "'Ta'n't 'spectable, dat's all. Brack's de fashion here on dis yer plantation. 'Tis tough, b'ars whippin's and hard knocks. Whew! Hi! Ke! Missus'll cut ye all up to slivers fust time." "Does missus whip?" "Reckon she does jest dat ting.
"I suppose you think, with Hosea Bigelow, that "''Ta'n't a knowin' kind o' cattle That is ketched with mouldy corn." "I needn't tell you that Marcia Sandford is knowing, too knowing to let an enthusiastic lover relapse into a humdrum husband.
She had vanished: no one was visible but Mrs. Alford, who was cutting up golden pumpkins in long coils to dry. "Come, Milly," said the good woman, "'ta'n't no use; he saw ye." And Mildred appeared, coming slowly out of the buttery. "Ye see, Mildred felt a little hurt about a letter; but I knew there was some mistake; so I wa'n't a-goin' to hev ye go off 'thout some explanation."
"Well, I must say," said Miss Prissy, taking out the loaf-cake with busy assiduity, "I must say, Candace, this does beat all!" "I should rader tink it oughter," said Candace, bridling herself with proud consciousness; "ef it don't, 'ta'n't 'cause ole Candace ha'n't put enough into it. I tell ye, I didn't do nothin' all day yisterday but jes' make dat ar cake.
Ef I ha'n't got much book-stuffin' in my head, 'ta'n't fer want of schoolin'. I never larnt much, but then I had plenty of edication; I went to school every winter hand-runnin' tell I was twenty-two, and went to singin' every Sunday arternoon. 'Ta'n't like as ef I'd been brought up poar, weth no chance to larn. I've had the schoolin' anyway, and it's all the same.
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