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'Pears like I'd known him all my days, jest ez 't did with her, arter the fust. I'm free to confess I take more ter these Mexicans than I do ter these low-down, driven Yankees, ennyhow, a heap more; but I can't stand bein' Senory'd! Yeow tell him, Jos. I s'pose thar's a word for 'aunt' in Mexican, ain't there? 'Pears like thar couldn't be no langwedge 'thout sech a word! He'll know what it means!
The soft hands of the pale-faced maidens have held him long." "Waitin' to see me! What do you want wi' me?" "Let the White Eagle send the stranger aside. Su-wa-nee must speak to him alone." "Thar's no need o' that: it's a friend that's wi' me." "Would the White Eagle have his secrets known? There are some he may not wish even a friend to hear.
Zeke watched him as long as he remained in sight, and then in broken accents addressed the silent group who stood in the doorway: "Thar's that there boy." here he waved his hand in the direction in which George had disappeared "he was all I had, an' now he's gone off to fight them Greasers without askin' me would I let him go.
Farmin' somehow don't suit my talons. I need to be flung more 'mong people to fetch out what's in me. Then thar's Marann, which is gittin' to be nigh on to a growd-up woman; an' the child need the s'iety which you 'bleeged to acknowledge is sca'ce about here, six mile from town. Your brer Sam can stay here an' raise butter, chickens, eggs, pigs, an' an' an' so forth.
"It's them Injuns out thar. They know we're here, an' that thar's a kind uv long narrow mouth to this bee-yu-ti-ful stone house uv ourn. They see smoke comin' out uv it, an' they don't understand it. They wonder ef fire hez busted right out uv the bowels uv the earth an' burnt us all up, an' ag'in they're 'fraid to come an' see lest they meet rifle bullets ez well ez smoke.
Thar's a lot o' talk about a race war, an' it might come some time, but not likely fo' a good many hundred years, an' somethin will come up to settle it befo' then. But Ah'm reckoning sah, that yo'll be wantin' to make war unless Ah let yo' go to bed. Thar's a bell, sah, if yo' want anythin'."
'Nother thing, you ain't goin' to hang nobody to the windmill ag'in nohow. I has my work to do, an' thar's enough on my hands, feedin' sech swine as you-alls three times a day, without havin' to cut down dead folks outen my way every time I goes for a bucket of water. You-alls takes notice now; you don't hang nothin' to the windmill no more.
The herd was grazing to the west of the camp, and Ted rode out to it, and to where Bud was sitting quietly in his saddle watching it. There was an air of dejection about Bud, also. Indeed, every fellow in the outfit was secretly worrying and grieving for Stella. "Say, Ted," said Bud, as Ted rode up, "I think thar's somethin' wrong with ther dogies."
The mustang can go over that like a streak of greased lightning, and thar's whar we'll leave the pass, and make off through the woods and mountains, till we can jine in with the younker and go it without trouble." A few words of hurried consultation completed the plans.
"'Petered, says the Colonel, an' thar's feelin's in his tones; 'pore Augustus cashes in. He's followin' me about one mornin' watchin' me hook up we was gettin' ready to move camp an' all inadvertent I backs the wagon onto Augustus. The hind wheel goes squar' over him an' flattens Augustus out complete. He dies with his eyes fixed on me, an' his looks says as plain as language, "Cheer up, Colonel!
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