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'Whar yo bin? said Louie's voice again in his ear. She had squatted down on the step behind him. 'Be off wi yer, said David, angrily, getting up in order to escape her. But she pursued him across the farmyard. 'Have yo got a letter? 'No, I haven't. 'Did yo ask at t' post-office? 'No, I didn't. 'An why didn't yo? 'Because I didn't want soa there get away. And he stalked off.
"Whoopee, Rover, don't go fer to mister me, or I'll be sorry I killed the bar for ye. I'm plain Slim Jim to all as knows me Slim Jim the hunter an' trapper. I've spent forty year on these mountains, an' like ez not I'll spend forty more, ef the good Lord allows me to live thet long. An' whar do ye calkerlate your brothers and Jack Wumble air now?" "I'm sure I don't know.
Thayor laughed softly to himself, not daring to bring the dialogue to a close by an intervention of his own. "Now, there's Sam Pitkin's woman," the Clown continued with increased interest, "she's jest the same way; hain't never had no idee of whar a p'int lays; takes sorter spells and forgits which way't is back to the house.
Our band cannot either come on to the Pinon or cross the war-trail at any point. They would discover our tracks to a certainty." "Why, can't we go straight up to whar the rest's cached, and then take round by the old mine? That won't interfere with the war-trail nohow." This was proposed by one of the hunters.
It takes a look in at England, that's fightin' us in the East, an' if the English could understand the water's language it might tell 'em a lot o' things that wuz wuth their knowin'. An' then it goes on to Spain an' France an' Germany, whar they talk all them useless tongues, an' after a while it takes a whirl clean 'roun' Africa an' Asia, an' sees goodness knows what, an' then goes slippin' off to see islands in oceans that I ain't ever heard tell on.
She put the coffee on the table and poured the floating grounds from the top into a tin cup. "I'll tell you what I'll do," she proposed, timidly. "I'll fix 'er some supper on that piece o' plank thar, an' a big cup o' coffee sweetened jest like she used to like it, ef " She hesitated. "Ef what? Out with it!" "Ef you'll take it in thar whar she's at." Peter deliberated and cleared his throat.
I heerd ole marse tell ole miss he wuz gwine take yo' Sam 'way wid 'im ter-morrow, fer he needed money, an' he knowed whar he could git a t'ousan' dollars fer Sam an' no questions axed. "W'en Sam come home f'm de fiel' dat night, I tole him 'bout ole marse gwine steal 'im, an' Sam run erway.
And heah is Massa Gen'l Tom, and Massa Jackson and Massa Capt. Day. Well! well! if dis isn't a sprize to ole Ham. "The General said: "'Ham, how did you get here? What made you run away? I thought you were going to stay with us. "'Yes, sah, I thought so, too; but, sah, de shell, de guns and de bums dey all come rite down over whar I was, and I not know how to fight.
"Lord bless you, Missis!" said Sam, "horses won't be cotched all in a minit; they'd done clared out way down to the south pasture, and the Lord knows whar!" "Sam, how often must I tell you not to say 'Lord bless you, and the Lord knows, and such things? It's wicked." "O, Lord bless my soul! I done forgot, Missis! I won't say nothing of de sort no more." "Why, Sam, you just have said it again."
Don' let any one know 'bout it, or know why you've gone. 'Yes, seh, sez I. "Yo' see, I knowed Miss Anne's maid over at ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin's dat wuz Judy whar is my wife now an' I knowed I could wuk it. So I tuk de roan an' rid over, an' tied 'im down de hill in de cedars, an' I wen' 'roun' to de back yard.
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