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Updated: June 22, 2025
Yo' know hit, an' so does he. I wanted ter holp ye, an' 'twar ther only way." Even while Donald rejoicing in the opportunity to regain his self-possession had stood apart from the other two, none of the conversation had escaped him.
The old woman shook her head sternly. "Ye kem in, an' 'bide whar ye b'long." Evelina took a step nearer the window. She laid her hand on the sill. "Spos'n 'twar Abs'lom whenst he war a baby," she said, her eyes softly brightening, "an' another woman hed him an' kep' him, 'kase ye an' his dad fell out would ye hev 'lowed she war right ter treat ye like ye treat me whenst Abs'lom war a baby?"
But I reckon 'twar the way in which it war asked that offended you; an' on that account your answer war jest as it should a been." "To what question to you refer?" "To your bisness out here wi' Hick Holt. I don't want to know it, out o' any curiosity o' my own that's sartin, stranger." "You are welcome to know all about it.
Whar is she, capt'n! Oh, take me to her! I'll fall on my knees. I'll axe her a thousand times to pardon me. 'Twar the Injun's fault. I'll swar it war the Chicasaw. She's been the cuss o' us both. Oh! whar is Marian? I love her more than iver! Whar is she?" "Patience!" I said; "you shall see her presently. She must be down the valley, among the Indian women. Mount your horse, and follow me!"
The las' time the revenuers got Hil'ry 'twar through bein' ez drunk ez a fraish-biled owl.
She wouldn't hev HER sperit seen a-walkin' way up hyar a- top o' the mounting, like enny healthy harnt, fur nuthin' in this worl'. Whatever 'twar, 'twarn't HER. An' I reckon of the truth war knowed, 'twarn't nuthin' at all forg, mebbe." This stalwart reasoning served to steady his nerves a little.
"'Twar the t-a-a-a-rrier!" shouted Ab, "the little rat tarrier ez we war a-talkin' 'bout. He hev been named Steve these six year, old Bob say. He gimme the dog yestiddy, 'kase I 'lowed ez the rats war eatin' us out'n house an' home, an' my mother hed fed up that old cat o' our'n till he won't look at a mice.
I never faulted ye, Sister Sudley; 'twar jes Ty I faulted. I know Ty." He knew, too, that it was safer to call Ty and his doings in question, big and formidable and belligerent though he was, than his meek-mannered, melancholy, forlorn, and diminutive wife. Nehemiah rose up and walked back and forth for a moment with an excited face and a bent back, and a sort of rabbit-like action.
"Wa'al, then," argued the optimist, "the stray-book will show ez she war reported an' sech." "The ranger took mighty partic'lar pains ter hev his stray-book in that thar court-house when 'twar burnt." There was a long pause while the party sat ruminating upon the suspicions thus suggested. Luke Todd heard them, not without a thrill of satisfaction. He found them easy to adopt.
"Mebbe 'twar a silver one," speculated a third; "plenty o' silver they 'low thar air in the mountings." The violinist spoke up suddenly. "Git one o' them Injuns over yander ter Quallatown right seasonable drunk, an' he'll tell ye a power o' places whar the old folks said thar war silver."
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