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Updated: September 12, 2025
She was wise enough to realize that the momentous time had come for Jeb. He might never again summon courage, if he failed to-night! Without further warning, then, Jeb began his memorized lines, and as he progressed with the "love sonnet" he unconsciously swung the hammock higher and higher. "Ef Ah wuzn't shore we-all w'ar made fur each other Ah wooden be ha'r beggin' fur yur heart an' hand."
Then she stands up there before us, fine an' tall, all in black silk, an' puts her glass up high an' sings out "'To the Revolution! "An' we all solemn-like says, 'To the Revolution, an' crooks our elbows. When we-all comes to, about half an hour later, we're in the street outside, havin' jus' said good-by to the Signorita.
We-all agrees, however, thar bein' nothin' def'nite to go on, we can't do nothin' but wait. Still, pro an' con like, we pushes forth in discussion of this person. "'It does look like this Davis, says Colonel Sterett, 'now Jack brings it up, is shorely playin' a part; which he's over easy an' ontaught, even for the East. This mornin', jest to give you-all a sample, he comes sidlin' up to me.
"In Wolfville, we-all allers recalls that sharp-set gent who comes after Cherokee with respect. In fact he wins our encomiums before he sets in ag'in Cherokee before ever he gets his second drink at the Red Light bar. He comes ramblin' over with Old Monte from Tucson one evenin'; that's the first glimpse we has of him.
We-all up here ain't going to stand for any preaching business. I say this outspoken and friendly, meaning no ill feeling; just plain, what's what. You see them ideas of yours what you handed out last year set folks thinking. They sounded so blasted innercent and easy that we all chewed on 'em for a time, and some of us got stung.
"Grandfather tried to rise up and failed. Father had his hope, but it was killed; I strove, Sandy, I sho' did, God knows! but you see how it has been with me. There's no use, son, we-all is damned!" "I am going to succeed!" Sandy's voice struck through the gloom and stillness like a tangible blow. Martin started and gave a nervous laugh.
"You're an old sour-dough miner, and we-all agree we'd like to have you throw-in with us. What say?" The old miner's answer was direct but not flattering. "What do I want to go on a wild-goose mush with a bunch of bums for?" he shrilled. Bill Macy scratched his hook nose and looked reproachfully at his host. At least Holt thought he was looking at him.
I'll look after her, Mart but we-all have got to live!" Morley tried to control himself before he spoke, and finally managed to say, not unkindly: "Molly, you go upstairs. Shut shut and lock the door!" "Mart!" Genuine terror rang in Mary's tones. "Mart she's mine and " "Go!" commanded Morley, and the child almost ran to do his bidding. Then alone the man and woman faced each other.
It's at a political meetin' an' everything, so far as we're concerned at least, depends on the impression we-all makes. If we goes to a balk or a break-down, the "Sni-a-bar Silver Cornet Band's" got to go back an' play in the woods. "'It's not needed that I tells you gents, how we-all is on aige.
"And now," he went on, not permitting the pause to grow awkward, "we-all might as well have an accounting. I'm pullin' West this afternoon on that blamed Twentieth Century." He tugged at his grip, got it open, and dipped into it with both his hands. "But don't forget, boys, when you-all want me to hornswoggle Wall Street another flutter, all you-all have to do is whisper the word.
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