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He had some beautiful china too; and the feed itself tlat!" said Bob, smacking his lips. "I wish you had been there." "I wish I had," sighed Tom Long. "Getting well's worse than being wounded." "Never mind; you'll soon be all right," continued Bob. "Well, we had some good fish, nicely cooked, and some stunning curry; the best I ever ate; and we had sambals, as they call 'em, with it."
"Perhaps nothing," answered 'Liab, "but yourself. You must not do it." "Pshaw, now," said Nimbus, " what sort o' way is dat ter hev things? I tell ye what orter been done, 'Liab; when de law married us all, jes out of han' like, it orter hev named us too. Hit mout hev been done, jes ez well's not. Dar's old Mahs'r now, he'd hev named all de niggas in de county in a week, easy.
"Yes; the 'Rocky Mounting' are doin' it. They say there'll be trains runnin' in from the Divide inside of six months." Wakefield looked sceptical; he had heard that sort of talk before. "Do you like railroad work?" he asked. "Not so well's this.
Wouldn't hev it in the house 'n' more than I'd git the town 'us tower in for a clock. D'ye like it, child? Ye can hev it's well's not. I'd like to give it to ye." "I should like it very much, very much indeed," replied Mercy. "But I really cannot think of taking it, unless you let us pay for it."
When the week, for which term of shelter she had paid, was ended, her hostess spoke upon this point, saying, more to convince Emilia of the necessity for seeking her friends than from any unkindness: "Me and my husband can't go on keepin' you, you know, my dear, however well's our meaning." Emilia drew the woman toward her with both her lands, softly shaking her head.
Bill Bowney knowed it as well's anybody else, yet he come and stole that hoss. It pawed like thunder, an' woke me up fur 'twas night, an' light as 'tis now an' I seed Bowney a-ridin' him off. 'Twas a sneakin', mean, cowardly trick."
We always do do it twicet a year, lest somebody comes along an' drinks it stale. More'n that, the well's fed by a spring, runnin' in an' out, so really don't need any cleanin', but " Such solicitude on account of that detested tramp! It was amazing. Yet her next procedure was even more so.
I don't want to be hasty ag'in, but I sort o' feel as if he might be kind o' tricky, 's well's the rest.
He knows how to raise it from the well, as I saw him do; but all the world beside would hold it in truth to be the well's bottom. Beneath yon slab the treasure lies. Cuthbert, thou hast found the secret. Thou wilt be the one to restore the fortunes of our house."
About it there are three or four stunted date-palms, and several shrubby sprouts, pointing the Saharan wayfarer to the well's site. One of the trees bore fruit this year, but the palm rarely bears fruit in open desert. No bird or animal of any sort seen to-day. The camels crop herbage en route as usual. On the whole, however, we proceed pretty quickly.
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