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Tell a worl' no, no, no!" he remonstrated vehemently, until Bud whooped with laughter. "All right all right! Keep your gold, durn it. You're like all the rest minute you get your paws on to some of the real stuff, you go hog-wild over it." Cash was pouring the fine gold back into the buck skin bag and the baking-powder cans. "Let the kid play with it," he said.
Suddenly a wild hoot of derision rent the air; the echoes answered, and all the ravine was filled with the jeering clamor. "The wust luck in the worl'!" plained poor Rufe, as the ill-omened cry rose again and again. "'Tain't goin' ter s'prise me none now, ef I gits my neck bruk along o' this resky foolishness in this cur'ous place whar owELS watch from the lookout ez dead men hev lef'."
Eh, but he's a smart little dug, we quite look for him of a morning coomin' for his constitutionil, fur arl the worl' like a Chreestian! 'Like a very greedy Christian! said his disgusted mistress. 'Daisy, she said, when she returned to the pony-cart, 'it's all true!
I nachully out-grow'd 'em, for I seed if the Great Captain 'ud command us all to jine armies an' fight the worl', the Baptis' 'ud never go in, unless it was a sea-fight. "From them to the Cam'elites was easy, for I seed they was web-footed, too.
A single step away, in the door of the iron-worker's shop, Beloiseau, too quick for Chester, at whose elbow he stood, replied: "Tis gone better! Tis gone to the editor of the greatez' magazine of the worl'!" "Bravo! Sinze how long?" "A week," Chester said. "Hah! and his rip-ly?" "Hasn't come yet." "Ah, look out, now! Look out he don' steal that!
But it was the old Bishop's policy for the wage-earners, which put the ambition there a system never heard of before in the ranks of capital, and first tested and proved in his Model Cotton Mill. "There are two things in the worl'," said the Bishop, "that is as plain as God could write them without tellin' it Himself from the clouds.
"You eatin' Lula, dat who you eatin'," Emma told him with grisly unction. "Dem 's de same laigs use to scratch roun' we kitchen do'. Dat 's de same lovin'-hearted hen I raise fum a baby. But, Lawd! Whut you care? You 's de sort kin go trapesin' off by yo'se'f over de worl'. You dat uppidy dese days, whut you care 'bout eatin' up po' lil Lula? She ain't nobody but us-all's chicken, nohow!"
Dere's wan t'ing in dis worl' mus' live forever, an' dat's love if we kill 'im den it's purty poor place for stoppin' in. I'm cut off my han' for help you, Necia, but I can't be husban' to no woman in fun." "Your foolish head is full of romance," she burst out. "You think you're doing me a favor, but you're not.
"I knows we allers tinks of a home as a place where dere is good times, an' dere don't seem much good times goin' for some of us in dis worl', but dere ain't no call fer us ter spec' ter be better off dan our Lord, an ef we'se feedin' on de Lord Jesus all de time we won't min' ef de worl's bread is scarce; de soul ain't dependin' on dem tings fer nourishmen' an' de Lord Jesus makes de hard bed easy an' de coarse food taste good.
Hasn't you, Aunt Katie?" inquired a third. "Well, I jes reckon I has, chillun. I nebber wants to see no more ob dis worl' long as ebber I libs on dis yeth, dere. I be satisfied to settle down here at Tanglewood for de 'mainder ob my mortal days, and thank my 'Vine Marster down on my knees as I has got here safe," said Katie. "If I was you, Aunt Katie, I'd publish my travels," said Sam.
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