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And if one of the kittens stopped, run out of wind or got a sore throat or anything, the old cat would bite it to set it goin' again. She wan't goin' to have any shirkin' in HER orchestra. I ate to music, as you might say, same as I've read they do up to Boston restaurants. And about everything I did eat was stuffed with cats' hairs.
Belike enuf, the skunk tuk him back the same night, and then come agin 'ithout him; or Kipp might a sent a nigger to fetch him?" "But Holt's own horse the old `critter, as you call him?" "That diz need explainin'. He must a left him ahind. He culdn't a tuk him in the dug-out; besides, he wan't worth takin' along. The old thing war clean wore out, an' wuldn't a sold for his weight in corn-shucks.
"Don't see nuthin' else you want to borry, do you, Laz?" "Nuthin' I can use. Good-day." Margaret stood near the window, meditating. "Now, let me see." "Want to know whar we was when he broke in?" Jasper asked, and she gave him a pathetic look. "I wan't a thinkin' about that." "Glad to hear it. Look here, it's a gittin' so a man can't set down and quarrel with his wife in peace.
"I can't believe he would be here with a raiding party. If he was, there must be some important object in view. Is that all?" "No, 'tain't; the boy swears thar was a white man 'long with 'em, a feller with a short moustache, an' dressed in store clothes. He wan't no prisoner nuther, but hed a gun, an' talked ter Black Hawk, most like he wus a chief hisself.
Of coorse I had him on the lariat; but up to this time I had kept the eend o' the rope in my hand, because I had that same day lost my picket pin; an' thinkin' as I wan't agoin' to sleep, I mout as well hold on to it. "By 'm by, however, I begun to feel drowsy. The fire 'atween my legs promised to keep me from freezin', an' I thort I mout as well take a nap.
Howsomdever, I got the thing rigged at last, an' the blanket hangin' up in front kivered my karkidge most complete. I hed nothin' more to do but wait till the goats shed come 'ithin range o' my shootin'-iron. "Wal, that wan't long.
"Didn't get down on South Street, did you?" he asked. "No, I thought not. If you had you'd have met plenty. When I was goin' to sea I bet I never went cruisin' down South Street in my life that I didn't run afoul of somebody I wan't expectin' to. Greatest place for meetin' folks in the world, I cal'late South Street is. Lots of seafarin' men have told me so."
They went and looked in the fo'k'sel: there wan't nothin' there but some chists, men's chists, with a little old beddin' left in the bunks. They went down the companion-way: cabin-door unlocked, everything in there as nat'ral's though it had just been left, only 'twas kind o' mouldy-smellin'. I expect the cap'n give a kind of a start as he looked around.
Sure enough there is the direction they have taken." "Well! ef I wan't bothered wi' these hyar animals, I ked follow them tracks easy enough. We'd soon kum upon the wheel agin, I reck'n: they ain't a-goin' to travel fur, wi' a hump like thet on thar shoulders." "No; it's not likely." "Wal, then, capt'n, s'pose we leave our critters hyar, an' take arter 'em afut?
"Oh, no, no. We are not related. Merely friends." "I see. I thought there wan't any Bangses in that family. His wife was a Cahoon, wan't she?" "I I BEG your pardon?" "I asked you if she wan't a Cahoon; Cahoon was her name afore she married Hall, wan't it?" "Oh, I don't know, I'm sure.... Now, really, that's very funny, very." "What's funny?" "Why, you see, I " Mr.
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