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I'll I'll' Marse Dugal' went on at a tarrable rate, but eve'ybody knowed Marse Dugal' bark uz wuss'n his bite. "Skundus look lack 'e wuz skeered mos' ter def fer ter heah Marse Dugal' gwine on dat erway, en' he couldn' 'pear to un'erstan' w'at Marse Dugal' was talkin' erbout.
"Why, Cousin Rebecca, it's mos' any 'mount below zero outside. Don't you open a window not a tiny crack if ye don't want to freeze solid in a second." "There!" Rebecca exclaimed. "You do provoke me beyond anythin', Copernicus Droop! Ef I'd a-knowed the kind o' way we'd had to live why, there! It's wuss'n pigs!" She marched indignantly into her room and closed the door.
"You're wrong, Bill," said a man, in a low but distinct voice. "The idee of hearin' a hoss heave. You're wuss'n a ranger. And you're hell-bent on killin' that rustler. Now I say let's go home and eat." "Wal, I'll just take a look at the sand," replied the man called Bill. Duane heard the clink of spurs on steel stirrup and the thud of boots on the ground.
Las', yer come a great big black wolf wid his eyes shinin' like fier coals, en he grab de hide and rush out. 'Twa'n't long 'fo' de nigger year his brer holler'n en squallin', en he tuck a light, he did, en went out, en dar wuz his brer des a waller'n on de groun' en squirmin' 'roun', kaze de salt on de skin wuz stingin' wuss'n ef he had his britches lineded wid yallerjackets.
Keep a stiff upper lip, both on yo', an' we'll try t' manage him. Don't weaken. Hit'll do no good. He'll be wuss'n ever then." Si and Shorty instinctively felt for the revolvers in their pockets. The newcomer tied his horse to a sapling and strode into the house.
I ain' gwine give you no staht! You'se wuss'n a gal!" "Why ain' you gwine give him no staht?" an indignant voice called, and, turning, he beheld Aunt Timmie leaning against the house complacently regarding them. "Of course you'll give him a start!" the Colonel thundered, thereby showing to what extent he had been reading during the past half hour.
Now, Eliza's tryin' to make me act like a cat, an' me hatin' cats wuss'n pison. There's setch a thing as bein' too danged clean, don't you think so? Sort o' takes the self-respect away from a man. Makes you feel as if you'd ort to have petticoats on in place o' pants. How do you like that terbaccer?"
"Oh, Ben," she shrieked, "you done tuk all my win'!" "Dah, now," he said, letting her down; "dat's what you gits fu' talkin' sassy to me!" "Nev' min'; I'm goin' to fix you fu' dat fus' time I gits de chanst see ef I don't." "Whut you gwine do? Gwine to pizen me?" "Worse'n dat!" "Wuss'n dat? Whut you gwine fin' any wuss'n pizenin' me, less'n you conjuh me?" "Huh uh still worse'n dat.
Congratulate you, suh reckon you want her wuss'n I do." At which sally Stephen grew scarlet, and the crowd howled with joy. "What!" yelled the auctioneer. "Why, gentlemen, this heah's a joke. Nine hundred and ten dollars, gents, nine hundred and ten. We've just begun, gents. Come, Mr. Jerkins, that's giving her away." The trader shook his head, and puffed at his cigar.
"That Oscar happens to be a German, we both know, an' from what I learned about the breed when over there, they're some obstinate, once they get workin' in a game hate to give it up wuss'n pizen." "I see you're of the same opinion as myself, buddy," Jack remarked, nodding his head.
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