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Updated: June 23, 2025
Folks have told me," a twinkle of amusement in his eye at the absurdity, "that yew fight among yerselves like cats an' dogs, when, law! I never see sech a clever lot o' women gathered tergether in all my life. An' I believe Mother, I hain't a-sayin' nothin'! I jest want ter let 'em know what I think on 'em. I believe that thar must be three hunderd hearts in this here place 'stid o' thirty.
I knows yer, I's er-gwine ter make yo' mammy gi' ye de worses' whippin' yer eber got an' I's gwine ter take dis here William right ober ter Miss Minerva. Ain't y' all 'shame' er yerselves? Er tamperin' wid de ha'r what de good Lord put on er colored pusson's head an' ertryin' fer ter scarify my feelin's like yer done. An' yer hear me, I's gwine see dat somebody got ter scarify yer hides."
"Divide yerselves!" said the colonel, with abruptness and a great oath. "I don't want none of it." "Colonel," said Perkins, removing his own domino, and looking anxiously into the leader's face, "be you sick? Here's some bully brandy I found in one of the passengers' pockets." "I hain't nothin'," replied the colonel. "I'm a-goin', an' I'm a-retirin' from this bizness for ever."
Howsever, it's too thrue, but me moral strength is wonderful, so you're heartily welcome, if ye can slaip on a plank floor an' ait salt-pork an' paise. There, now, don't be botherin' a sick man wid yer assurances. Just make yerselves at home, gintlemen, an' the head o' the firm will git yer supper ready."
'We got a gryte deal to do with our wyges, we women has. We got the children to think about. And w'en we get our rights, a woman's flesh and blood won't be so much cheaper than a man's that employers can get rich on keepin' you out o' work and sweatin' us. If you men only could see it, we got the syme cause, and if you 'elped us you'd be 'elpin' yerselves. 'Rot! 'True as gospel! some one said.
I was then like yerselves, full of wickedness, an gloryin' in sin. But I 'eard the voice of 'Im Who died on the Cross, an' saw I was rushin' 'eadlong to 'ell. An' 'Is blood washed all my sins away, an' made me whiter than snow. Whiter than snow, friends whiter than snow! An' 'E'll do the same fer you if yer will only come an' be saved.
From the cabin came a howl of fear, and looking down Eben could see two frightened faces staring up at him. "For God's sake, let us up out of this hole!" Donaster pleaded. "We'll smother here." "Jist stay where ye are," was the reply. "Ye got yerselves into this fix, an' ye'll have to make the best of it." "But the lightning might strike the boat," Donaster argued.
"Sure, 'tis as raisonable to celebrate King William, who did live as a Saint like Patrick, Phadrig as ye call him, who never existed at all. At laste, that's what some of them say. Ye mix the life an' work of half-a-dozen men, an' ye say 'twas all Saint Patrick. Sure, most of him is a myth, a sort of a fog, jist. Ye can't agree among yerselves as to whin he was born."
I reckon I know it pretty well." A woman in a neat calico dress came out of the door a strong built and rather well favored woman with blonde hair and dark eyes. "Mrs. Rutledge, these are travelers from the East," said the Doctor. "Give 'em some dinner, and if they can't pay for it, I can. They've come all the way from Vermont." "Good land! Come right in an' rest yerselves.
Ye're as dape in the mire yerselves, as Mr. Woods is in the woods, and no one to lade ye out of either, but an evil spirit that would rather see all mankind br'iling in agony, than dancing at a fair." "Go to your confessional, Mike," returned Joel, with a sneer "It's a month, or more, sin' you seen it, and the priest will think you have forgotten him, and go away offended." "Och!
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