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"Yum yum yum," said Shorty, tearing one of the chickens in two, and handing a piece to the Deacon, while Si gave him a sweet, crisp hoe cake and a cup of strong coffee. "Now, this's what you might call livin'. Never beat that cookin' in any house that had a roof. Only do that when you've stars in the roof of your kitchen." "It certainly is splendid," admitted the Deacon.
Ugh!" growled the savage, giving Loorey another blow on the side. This time he bent over in pain. The bystanders were divided in feeling; the men laughed, while the women murmured sympathetically. "This's not a bit funny," muttered Joe, as he pushed his way nearly to the middle of the crowd.
This's on'y like the fust slap in the face in a fight atween two big savage men, who've locked horns ter see which is the best man. Hit's on'y a sorter limberin' the jints fur the death rassel." "Yes; and what next?" "Well, Rosy's started fur this 'ere place, an' he's bound ter come heah. Bragg's bound he sha'n't come heah, an' is gittin' his men back to defend the town."
I'd like to have you all in Co. Q, but this's a thing 'bout which I hain't got no say. There's a great many things in the army 'bout which a Corpril hain't as much inflooence as he orter have, as you'll find out later on. Here comes the Captain o' Co. Q, who, because o' his rank, has the first pick o' the recruits. He's never seen you before, and don't know one o' you from Adam's off-ox.
"You want t' know 'bout th' umbrella?" said BUMSTEAD, with straw hat amazingly awry, and linen coat a perfect map of creases. "Yes! You're crushing me!" panted Mr. "Th' umbrella!" cried Mr. BUMSTEAD, suddenly withdrawing his hands and swaying before his visitor like a linen person on springs "This's what there's 'bout 't: Where th' umbrella is, there is Edwin also!"
You kin learn him more tricks in a week than he'd learn with his owner in a lifetime. Say, boy, what's your name?" "S s-s," the negro began to say, but he caught the Deacon's eye upon him, and responded promptly, "Abr'm Lincoln." "I believe the nigger kin be taught," thought the Deacon. "Probably this's some more o' Providence's workin's.
"This's a good a chance as we'll get," he said, in an eager, hurried whisper. "For what?" asked Lenore, aghast. "To run off," he replied, huskily. Lenore had proceeded so cleverly to carry out her scheme that in three days Nash had begun to implore and demand that she elope with him. He had been so much of a fool. But she as yet had found out but little about him. His right name was Ruenke.
Why don't the Doctor come 'round an' see to it? Here, nurse, call the Doctor, an' have this think taken off." NURSE. "No, it's all right. The Doctor left orders that it was not to be disturbed for some time yet. I'll see to it when the proper time comes. I'm watching the clock." SEVENTH TEN MINUTES. "Great Jehosefat! this's jest awful.
Crewe waved the senator towards his own desk, and Mr. Grady filled out the blank. "It's lucky we are that I didn't drop in after eliction, and the book in press," he remarked; "and I hope you'll give him a good photograph. This's for you, I'll take this to Tim myself," and he handed the pen for Mr. Crewe to sign with. Mr.
Calhoun smelled a conventional organic solvent, well-known enough. "This's antiseptic," said the man with the spray. "In case you got some disease inside there." The statement was plainly standard, and once it had been exquisite irony. But it had been repeated until it had no meaning any more, except to Calhoun. His clothing glittered momentarily where the spray stood on its fibres. Then it dried.
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