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The deserter blinked twice or thrice, slowly bit his shred of straw, looked casually first toward one boy and then toward the other, but without the slightest change of expression in his face. "Cun'l," he said, at length, "I ain't no deserter. I ain't feared of bein' shot. Ef I was, I wouldn' 'a' come here now.
"Well, you see, it 'uz dis way. Ole missus dat's Miss Watson she pecks on me all de time, en treats me pooty rough, but she awluz said she wouldn' sell me down to Orleans. But I noticed dey wuz a nigger trader roun' de place considable lately, en I begin to git oneasy.
"A gal wouldn' dew what she did for no feller, unless she sat store by him, naow. It's a sign fer sure." "Reub," said Perez, in a voice uneven with suppressed emotion, "now I know she cares for me that much, I don't mind a snap of the finger what happens to me.
I dessay it'll wear off, all right; but oh, Mr. Bossom " "Would you mind callin' me Sam? It's more ushual." "Oh, Mr. Sam, this mornin' I'm feelin' it all over. If I got a pailful out o' the canal, now?" "I wouldn' recommend it not 'ereabouts." Sam, eyeing her with his head cocked slightly aside, spoke gently as one coaxing a victim of the drink habit.
De ol' men is de wuss kin'. De young oomans knows how to tek de young mans, 'case dey de same age, an' dey been lu'nin' dey tricks right along wif dem'; but de ol' men, dey got sich a long sta't ahaid, dey been lu'nin' so long. Ef I had a darter, I wouldn' be afeard to let huh tek keer o' huhse'f wif a young man, but ef a ol' man come a cou'tin' huh, I'd keep my own two eyes open."
"HANNEL 'm, Mars Sid? What IS you a-talkin' 'bout? I wouldn' lay de weight er my finger on um, not f'r ten hund'd thous'n billion dollars, I wouldn't." THAT was all fixed.
He began again his backward movement from the crowd. "No," he said, "I wouldn' play erroun' hyeah befo' all thethe people, becauthe you wouldn't pay me even ef I won." "Why, of course we would," said the flippant operator; "everybody looks alike to us here." Schwalliger kept moving away, ever and anon sending wistful, inane glances back at his tempter. The bait worked admirably.
"Not a thing yet; but it's meself that 'xpacts to ivery day." "In course, or ye wouldn' keep at the business. But s'pose, my friend, you go on this way for a year more what then?" "As long as I can thravel over the airth and Miss Cora isn't found, me faat shall niver find rest." The trapper indulged in an incredulous smile.
Didn't he, dat drefful Meshach Milbun, offer Miss Vessy a gole dollar, an' she wouldn' have none of his gole? Dat she did! Virgie, you go git dat hat, chile! Poke it off de rack wid my pot-hook heah. 'Twon't hurt you, gal! I'll sprinkle ye fust wid camomile an' witch-hazel dat I keep up on de chimney-jamb."
"Damn it," said the man, "we're havin' heluva time. I like you girls! Damn'd if I don't! Yer right sort! See?" He spoke at length and with feeling, concerning the excellencies of his assembled friends. "Don' try pull man's leg, but have a heluva time! Das right! Das way teh do! Now, if I sawght yehs tryin' work me fer drinks, wouldn' buy damn t'ing! But yer right sort, damn it!
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