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"I ain't no wise 'sponsible," she faltered; "de good Lord He knows I ain't hankerin' after no mo' calls and troubles. But the Cup-o'-Water Lady don' promise to come to me in my hour an' bide till I pass through my trial. Seems like I can bear it now when I think o' that. Some say they-all don't believe her is kin to Parson Starr as was, but I does.
"It's right good to have one's own at last;" this was plaintively whispered; "and my dear, dear father. You know his story, too?" "Yes. It lives in the hills and speaks for him even to-day." "They-all say I'm like my father." "I am sure you must be. You are like Miss Lowe, and I guess one can always tell which parent a boy or girl is like. I guess Sandy, now, is like his mother.
"What did you say?" he gasped; "what name did you say?" "Hertford, sir." "What do you know of the Hertfords?" It was all Markham could do to hold his emotions in abeyance. Sandy told his father's story, all but that which related to the Waldens, and the listener hung on every word. "And so, sir, don't you see, I must be what they-all, my kith and kin, couldn't be?
It is going to happen long o' Ridge House and nothing has happened here before. Things have just gone on and on and on " The girl's voice trailed vaguely she was looking at The Ship. Jed began to have that sensation described by him as "shivers in the spine of his back." Mary was fascinating him. Suddenly she asked: "Uncle Jed, what are they-all sending you to fetch?" Mary almost said "fotch."
"Yep, and start the stock exchanges " Again they were convulsed. Joe Hines rolled over on his sleeping-robe, holding his sides. "And after them will come the big mining sharks that buy whole creeks where you-all have been scratching like a lot of picayune hens, and they-all will go to hydraulicking in summer and steam-thawing in winter " Steam-thawing! That was the limit.
Sandy breathed the word like a hiss, and in the darkness and his weakness he felt the poison of the lie stealing into his thought, but he flung his head up proudly. "No! No!" he repeated clearly and defiantly; "No!" "But they-all never trusted none of us again." Sandy recalled his first visit to the Walden back door and his courage rose they had learned to trust him even in Lost Hollow!
The sun sank red and a ruddy twilight fell. It soon passed. Darkness had about set in when Roberts came over to Joan, carrying bread, coffee, and venison. "Here's your supper, Joan," he called, quite loud and cheerily, and then he whispered: "Mebbe it ain't so bad. They-all seem friendly. But I'm scared, Joan. If you jest wasn't so dam' handsome, or if only he hadn't seen you!"
With a word of explanation they helped themselves to his mounts while he stared after them in surprise. "I'll be dawggoned if they-all ain't three gents in a hurry," he murmured to the breezes of the night. "Well, seein' as I been held up, I reckon I'll have to walk back while the hawss-thieves ride." Five minutes later the fire-bell clanged out its call to Malapi.
The Western Injuns at least for I ain't posted none on Eastern savages, the same bein' happily killed off prior to my time the Western Injuns lays the bee, the wild turkey, an' that weed folks calls the 'plantain, at the white man's door. They-all descends upon the Injun hand in hand. No, the Injun don't call the last-named veg'table a 'plantain; he alloodes to it as 'the White Man's Foot.
Why didn't you come by way of the tunnel, like the other Caesars?" "Pop tol me not to. Sent me ahead. Said mebbe they moughtn't git in here if the doors was locked early. Tol' me to hide me in the house an' let 'em in, late, ef they-all couldn't git in no earlier, or ef they couldn't cotch one of the two cusses outside the house." "Good strategy!" approved Brice.
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