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Updated: June 7, 2025
"Cato, who had been away forward early in the morning to see about our breakfast, came back aft with a terrified face. "`Yay, massa, said he, `guess dose tam niggars up to sumfin'! I'se hear um say dey smell de lan' an' de time was 'rive to settle de white trash, dat what dey say, an' take ship. One ob de tam raskel see me come out of gully, an' say cut um tongue out if I'se tell youse, massa!
"Yay, Jim, there ain't no doubt but Sairy Macy's a mighty nice gal, but, thee sees, what I'm a-contendin' fur is that she's tew nice fur thee that is, not tew nice egzackly, but a leetle tew fine-feathered. No, not that egzackly, nuther; but she's a leetle tew fine in the feelin's, an' I don't b'lieve that in the long run thee an' she'll sort well tugether.
Yay Bogu, it was not my fault. The Virgin herself knows that the carpenter forced me to it. I'll never do it again, never. God is my witness! Barynya! Ba-a-rynya! Ba-a-a-a-a-a-rynya!" in an indescribable, subdued howl.
I knockt at the door, which it was opened unto me by a tall, slick-faced, solum lookin individooal, who turn'd out to be a Elder. "Mr. Shaker," sed I, "you see before you a Babe in the woods, so to speak, and he axes shelter of you." "Yay," sed the Shaker, and he led the way into the house, another Shaker bein sent to put my hosses and waggin under kiver.
"You must excoos Brother Uriah," sed the female; "he's subjeck to fits and hain't got no command over hisself when he's into 'em." "Sartinly," sez I, "I've bin took that way myself frequent." "You're a man of sin!" sed the Elder. Arter breakfust my little Shaker frends cum in agin to clear away the dishes. "My pretty dears," sez I, "shall we YAY agin?" "Nay," they sed, and I NAY'D.
How could any one have the conscience to rob an honest, innocent man like you so dreadfully?" He looked dazed, and the last time I cast a furtive glance behind me he had not recovered sufficiently to dash after me and overwhelm me with protestations of his uprightness, yay Bogu! and other lingual cascades. What is the remedy for this state of things?
At this juncture was heard from the front yard the sound of that yodelling which is the peculiar accomplishment of those whose voices have not "changed." Penrod yodelled a response; and Mr. Samuel Williams appeared, a large bundle under his arm. "Yay, Penrod!" was his greeting, casual enough from without; but, having entered, he stopped short and emitted a prodigious whistle.
"Yay!" cried the other, joyously. "Didn't he go and hand me a dollar!" "How much will you take not to tell him that I stopped you and read it; how much not to speak of me at all?" "What?" "It's a foolish kind of joke, nothing more. I'll give you five dollars never to tell anyone that you saw me today."
More out of a sense of duty to bingism in general than for any other reason, he pointed the revolver at the lawn-mower, and gloomily murmured, "Bing!" Simultaneously, a low and cautious voice sounded from the yard outside, "Yay, Penrod!" and Sam Williams darkened the doorway, his eye falling instantly upon the weapon in his friend's hand. Sam seemed relieved to see it.
It's goin' to be a deportment store: ladies' clothes, gentlemen's clothes, neckties, china goods, leather goods, nice lines in woollings and lace goods " "Yay! I wouldn't give a five-for-a-cent marble for your whole store," said Sam. "Would you, Penrod?" "Not for ten of 'em; not for a million of 'em! I'm goin' to have " "Wait!" clamoured Maurice.
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