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De desert's ha'nted, it's ha'nted, sho; oh, Mars Tom, le''s git outen it; I'd ruther die den have de night ketch us in it ag'in en de ghos' er dat lake come a-mournin' aroun' us en we asleep en doan' know de danger we's in." "Ghost, you gander! It ain't anything but air and heat and thirstiness pasted together by a person's imagination. If I gimme the glass!"
The excessive agitation of her bonnet told its own tale. The missionary threw Joseph overboard directly, proclaimed a holiday, and rushed out of the school-house. "No use to go home, massa," cried Ebony; "we's sarch eberywhere dar; no find her." "Has you been to the piggery?" demanded the anxious father, who was well aware of his child's fondness for "little squeakers." "Oh, yes; bin dar.
Not as I say, mind ye, as any on 'em cooms up to Rex son o' Rally. Ah, he was a one, was Rex! We's never won Cup since his day." "Nor niver shall agin, yo' may depend," said the other gloomily. Tammas clucked irritably. "G'long, Sam'! Todd!" he cried, "Yo' niver happy onless yo' making' yo'self miser'ble. I niver see sich a chap. Niver win agin?
Ease her, Dick. It's blowing pretty fresh. We'll have a tough time tacking home against such a breeze as this. Maybe it'll change before night." "Capt'in Dab," calmly remarked Dick, "we's on'y a mile to run." "Well, what of it?" "Is you goin' fo' de inlet?" "Of course. What else can we do? That's what we started for." "Looks kind o' dirty, dat's all."
Just then it struck George Foster that Peter the Great and his wife were seated beside him. "Hallo, Peter!" he exclaimed; "how are you and Angelica to get on shore?" "We's not goin' on shore at all, Geo'ge." "What do you mean, Peter?" "I means what I says. De fact is, Geo'ge, dat I's come to de conclusion dat I couldn't lib widout you.
I hadn't married the nation, and I told her so. But she only smiled at her own limitations and explained that she had to "think in we's." Confound it again! Here I'd have all my energies focused on one wish, and before I knew it she'd have them dissipated in one direction or another, some subject of discussion that began just at the point I was talking about and ended miles away.
"Does yo' heah dat, Rastus?" she called to her husband. "Dere's a flood an' we's done got to run out! Git up an' open de do' an' I'll roust up de chilluns!" "I'll open the do, Ma," said Jeff, slipping out of his bed, and as he swung the door open there stood a policeman. "Come, boy; lively!" cried the officer. "You were long enough answering my knock. You've all got to leave here!
"Oh, we never intended to run away, Grandma, and worry you so," insisted Robert. "We's just sorry for the little girl," murmured aunt Corinne. "Why, I'll let it pass this time. Only never let me know you to do such a thing again." The paw paw sprout fell to the ground, unwarped by use. Corinne and Robert were hearty in promising never to run away with Fairy Carrie or any other party again.
Somewhere out beyond in those woods, at any one of the thirty-two points of the compass, a man was lurking. He might be five or five hundred miles away. He was an expert at taking care of himself in the woods. Abruptly Sam Bolton began to formulate his thoughts aloud. "We got to keep him or anybody else from knowin' we's after him, Dick," said he.
Der's nine haid o' us, but we's de oniest boys. De yethers ain' nothin' but gurls." "And how old are you!" "I'se nine I reckons." "And what is your name?" "My name Gus, sah." "That's only HALF a name. Your whole name is really Augustus remember." The "Massa Captain's" voice boomed with the sound of the sea. Augustus and his brothers were duly impressed.
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