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His name? I ought to know it well's I know my own. It's it's Starvation, or somethin' like that. Somethin' about bein' hungry, anyhow. Hungerford, Percy Hungerford, that's it!" Gertrude looked surprised. "Not Percy Hungerford of Scarford!" she cried. "What sort of a man is he? What does he look like?" "Looked like a picked chicken, last time I saw him.
'N 'f ye do that, ye might's well's, far's yo' morals is concerned, do hit all moonshine 'n save those ex-penses Ah listed fo' ye right now." "Ah s'pose yo' right," assented Bud. "Blockadin's blockadin', whether ye do hit by moon or day. Do you-all 'low Calkins might inform on us?" "Him's runs the still back o' Buck? Ah don' guess so.
"But he ain't the worse, never a hair or a scale I should rather say, to be kensistent. Bless you, we all knows how to fall equally as well's how to get up again!
You wouldn't have her like one of those slatternly women you see standing at the corners, with their fists in their sides and their elbows sticking out, ready to talk to anybody that comes in the way." "My wife was never none o' sich, grannie. I knows her as well's e'er a one, though she do 'ave a temper of her own." At this moment Eliza appeared in the door-way, saying,
On one of these occasions, I noticed a ledger lying upon one of the shelves. I looked into it, and imagine my astonishment, when I read: "Aunt Hepsey's Muffins," "Sarah's Indian Pudding," and on another page, "Hasty's Lemon Tarts," "Aunt Susan's Method of Cooking a Leg of Mutton," and "Josie Well's Pressed Calf Liver."
He'd no big family to look after now, and the morrow, no doubt, would look after itself just as today. "If I could only manage it," said Grindhusen, "I know what I'd do. I'd get myself some bricklayer's tools." "So you're a bricklayer, too?" "Well, not much of a one, and that's the truth. But when that well's dug, why, it'll need to be lined, that's clear...."
"Whither away?" said somebody, passing. "To dispose of this rubbish," said he, carelessly. "Poor Pierre's chattels have been reduced to mere firewood. If a trifle can be got for them, it may buy him bread." I thought of the two messengers to King David, whom a woman concealed in a well at Bahurim, spreading a covering over the well's mouth, and spreading ground corn thereon.
He heard the water spilling from its sides, and knew that the blue arms were there, battling to arrest it as it flew, and to pay him back once more with emptiness and mockery. Yet in spite of them the bucket hasted and lightened not, but was drawn up to the well's head brimming largely, and winking a blue eye joyously to the light of day.
A derisive shout of laughter from all the men greeted this speech; and at that second, the leader, seeing the mark of blood where the Indian woman had dragged the meat across the ground, sprang to the bed, and lifting the deerskin, pointed with a sneer to the beef hidden there. "Perhaps, when you know Injun's well's I do," he said, "you won't be for believin' all they say!
Sharp down into the settin'-room, 'cause he's seen the children and I'll set with them a spell. Wun Lung can get the supper well's I can, if he'll put his heatheny mind to it. Eh? What is it, sonny?"
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