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I'll tell you now that I'll go, and, by hooking a clean collar around each ankle under my socks, I'll be prepared for a two weeks' stay. Send somebody else to work for the state and I'll go and work for Egypt." "The voters want you," Jones insisted. The Squire rapped his toe against the old dog at his feet. "What say, Eli?" "Wuff!" the dog replied, emphatically. "Can't go as a legislator, boys!
"I bet you ain' got nothin' of de kin'." "All right. Den dey ain' no use in me a tryin' to 'vince you. I jes' be wastin' my bref." "Go on tell me, Ben." "Huh uh you bet I ain', an' ef I tell you you lose de bet." "I don' keer. Ef you don' tell me, den I know you ain' got no news worth tellin'." "Ain' go no news wuff tellin'! Who-ee!"
"An old man, you say?" "But he hunts the white buffalo. Only the daughters are there." "Are they young?" "Young and sleek. One is called The Plow-Woman. She is tall, and she watches like the antelope. The younger has hair like the grass when it is withered." "They live alone?" "The Squaw guards " "Wuff!" "And The Man-who-buys-Skins. May he be struck by the zigzag fire!"
But she threw one over the curtain, calling out again: "Hit him with that, Walter! Hit the bear with my shoe!" But there was no need for Mr. Brown to do anything. The shoe thrown by Bunny's mother sailed through the tent. Straight at the bear it went, and before the shaggy creature could get out of the way, the shoe hit him on the end of the nose. "Bunk!" went the shoe. "Wuff!" grunted the bear.
Brown's shoes had hit the bear. I mean it would have been better for the Brown family, but worse for the bear. Because Mr. Brown's shoes were larger and heavier than his wife's. But then, it turned out all right anyhow. For, no sooner did the bear feel Mrs. Brown's shoe hit him on the nose, than he cried out: "Wuff!" Then he turned quickly around, and ran out of the tent.
I'll show you," and, taking his mother's hand, he led her to the window, out of which he pointed. Now Nan, Bert and Harry came into the small twins' room. "What is it?" they asked. By turns Flossie and Freddie told their story, Freddie doing the "Wuff! Wuff!" part very earnestly, until Flossie begged him to stop, as he "skeered" her.
"No, suh!" the junk-dealer said, with emphasis, "I awready done got me a good mule fer my deliv'ry hoss, 'n'at ole Whitey hoss ain' wuff no fo' dollah nohow! I 'uz a fool when I talk 'bout th'owin' money roun' that a-way. I know what YOU up to, Abalene. Man come by here li'l bit ago tole me all 'bout white man try to 'rest you, ovah on the avvynoo.
Wuff!" growled the Plush Bear, but he was not at all cross, and, an instant later, he sent another ball sailing toward the Flannel Pig. "Oh, I didn't throw that! I didn't hit you!" squealed the Flannel Pig, as he tried to dodge out of the way of the mass of snow tossed by the Plush Bear. "Never mind," growled Mr. Bruin, as the Bear was sometimes called. "It's all in fun!" And fun it was!
Now, I do wonder what he's been up to. I do wonder. Perhaps he'd have told me but for my confounded habit of sarcasm, my way of repelling the amateur repelling!" His arms flew out. "There's so much silliness beyond all bearing, credulity beyond all the patience of science. 'The spirits guide me, Professor, in every smallest action of my life! Wuff! the charlatan battens and breeds.
Dat low-down white trash ob a giant is all right fo' guardin', but he ain't wuff shucks at detectin'!" said Eradicate, with pardonable pride. "By golly, maybe I's too old t' put on guard, but I kin detect, all right!" "If this proves true, I'll begin to believe you can," replied Tom. "Hop along, Ned!"
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