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"What are you going to do with the knife?" I whispered softly. "'Top; you see," said the boy. "But how did you get it?" "You see dat Injum come feel de rope. He 'tuck Pomp head down under um arm while he tie de knot hurt um, so Pomp mean to bite um; but Pomp see de handle ob de knife 'tick up close to um mouf, and um take hold wid um teef, pull um out, and let um fall and put um foot ober um."
They soon found, however, that they were not alone. Washington White had come over from the bark, and seeing what the boys were about he followed them. "Is you suah 'nuff gwine ter try an' shoot dat hugeous wallingrust, an' pull his teef?" he whispered. "Yo' boys will git killed, some day, foolin' wid sech critters." "You'd better go back, then," said Mark, "if you are afraid."
But 'twuzn't no use, I wuz a nigger, and so I've been ever since." And all the time she wuz tellin' this, Dotie's little white arms wuz 'round her neck and she was pattin' the black cheeks. And as she finished she said lovingly, "Pheeny is nice! Pheeny is pretty! Pheeny has got white teef!"
"Don't be 'arsh, Joe, don't be 'arsh! Cake comes soft t' me pore old teef." "An' mind this again if there should be any jam about, no stickin' ye wicked old fingers into it an' lickin' 'em behind my back." "You lemme an' the jam alone, Joe; it's a free country, ain't it? very well, then!" "Free country be blowed! You mind what I say, you venerable old bag of iniquity, you!"
But Pusheen turned away her head with a gesture which signified, "Candy isn't fit to touch. I'd eat a mouse with you, with pleasure." "Talk," said Dotty; "say 'thank you, Pusheen! No, indeed, you needn't do it; I's just in fun. God didn't give you any teef to talk with, Pussy; so you can't talk." "Now, Dotty, this next letter is D." "O, Prudy, I wish you'd hush! I've got the earache."
"Trotting Wolf," he said, "I want this man. He is a horse-thief. I know him. I am going to take him to the Fort. He is a bad man." "No," said Trotting Wolf, in a loud voice, "he no bad man. He my friend. Come here many days." He held up both hands. "No teef my friend." A loud murmur rose from the Indians, who in larger numbers kept crowding nearer.
"No gal so hansum could be foun', Not in all dis country roun', Wid her kinky head, an' her eyes so bright, Wid her lips so red an' her teef so white. Ef it hadn't ben fur Cotton-eyed Joe, I'd been married long ergo. "An' I loved dat gal wid all my heart, An' she swo' fum me she'd never part; But den wid Joe she runned away, An' lef' me hyear fur ter weep all day.
"Yes, sar; I knows it like my own name, but I can't spoke it if I die for't," answered Job, laughing. "Try to do so." "No use, Massa Ossifer; dis nigger don't hab teef enough to do dat." "Can't you spell it?" "No, sar; can't spell noffin." But Job was very obliging, and he made a hissing sound, followed by an effort to sneeze which was a failure.
"It's the soyme soyze," was the verdict, given without hesitation. What colour were her eyes? "Soyme as yours." But Dave was destined to incur public censure Aunt M'riar representing the public for a private adventure into description. "She's more teef than you," said he candidly. "Well, now, I do declare if ever any little boy was so rude! I never did!
"I I O, grandma, which do you think can knit the best, Prudy or I?" "My dear Dotty," said the kind grandmother, stroking the child's hair, "don't be afraid to tell the whole story. I know you have a trouble at your heart. Do you think you were a naughty girl last night?" Dotty's head drooped. She tried to say, "Yes, ma'am;" but, like Dinah, "the words got caught in her teef comin' out."
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