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"We air, Sur," sed the feroshus woman "we belong to a Society whitch beleeves wimin has rites whitch beleeves in razin her to her proper speer whitch beleeves she is indowed with as much intelleck as man is whitch beleeves she is trampled on and aboozed & who will resist henso4th & forever the incroachments of proud & domineering men."
"Be quiet," ordered Mr. Wright, "and let us hear what the villains talk about." "If it hadn't been for these 'ere wimin, we might have been out of this fix," cried the first speaker, still grumbling. "Well, what could we do with 'em, 'cept bring 'em along?" asked Bill. "Do with em?" cried the ruffian, with a bitter oath, "why, draw our knives across their throats, and let 'em run.
He helped with the runaway slaves." "Yas, sah. Ah's bin called up thet way afore. So Ah just nat'larly went ter work cookin', an' purty soon dey all ov 'em cum stragglin' in ter de cabin fer ter eat. Dar was four ov 'em, sah," her voice a husky whisper. "Bill Sikes, totin' a gun in his han', a free nigger whut dey called Pete, an' two wimin.
"Nothing out on the pond, guess, but loons, ducks, and sich like," quietly observed Bart, raising himself from his listening attitude; "nor can I make out any sounds from the nest of 'em you say there is over on the shore yonder. Ma'be they've pulled up stakes and are off with their traps, the wimin folks and all shouldn't wonder, single bit."
Wal, I'm beginnin' to think men's as deceivin' as wimin." Mr. Lawson made a few appropriate remarks and Mr. Spriggins began to think "it was nigh about time for startin'" when suddenly he jumped to his feet exclaiming, "I do believe I'd a-gone off without tellin' you the most thrillin' story that you'd ever heard.
Peple which hung idiotic old wimin for witches, burnt holes in Quakers' tongues and consined their feller critters to the tredmill and pillery on the slitest provocashun may hav bin very nice folks in their way, but I must confess I don't admire their stile, and will pass them by. I spose they ment well, and so, in the novel and techin langwidge of the nusepapers, "peas to their ashis."
It's fightin' you want. Well, I'll do it I've an itch for the throats av men, but a fool I'll be no more wid wimin, white or red that hell-cat that spoilt me life an' killed me child, or " A sob clutched him in the throat. "You had a child, then?" asked Pierre gently. "An angel she was, wid hair like the sun, an' 'd melt the heart av an iron god: none like her above or below.
"Wall, I dunno," sez I, "they're a rayther important part of the populashun. I don't scacely see how we could git along without 'em." "Us poor wimin folks would git along a grate deal better if there was no men!" "You'll excoos me, marm, but I don't think that air would work. It wouldn't be regler." "I'm fraid of men!" she sed. "That's onnecessary, marm. YOU ain't in no danger.
She seized me by the few lonely hairs that still linger sadly upon my bare-footed hed, and dragged me out of the closet, incidentally obsarving that she didn't exactly see why she should be compelled, at her advanced stage of life, to open a assylum for sooperanooated idiots. My wife is one of the best wimin on this continent, altho' she isn't always gentle as a lamb, with mint sauce.
Take 'em all round, the wimin's the bravest at bearin' pain, they'll smile while they'se burnin' so as it sha'n't ill-convenience anybody. Wonderful sufferers, is wimin!" "Yet they are selfish enough sometimes," said Helmsley, quickly. "Selfish? Wheer was ye born, D. David?" queried Peke "An' what wimin 'ave ye know'd? Town or country?" Helmsley was silent.
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