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I likes ter git a tex' or the eend o' a hyme set a-goin' in my head seems somehow ter teach itself ter the anvil, an' then it jes says it back an' forth all day. Yestiddy I never seen its beat 'Christ war born in Bethlehem. The anvil jes rang with that ez ef the actial metal hed the gift o' prayer an' praise."
I kin see ole marster now es plain es ef twuz yestiddy, so big en shiny like satin, wid his skin des es tight es a watermillion's." "Shut up, confound you!" cut in Fletcher sharply. "If you don't stop your chatter I'll set the dogs on you. Shut up, I say!"
"Why," I said, "I didn't know you had an acetylene plant." "No more have I, Homer." "But what is that, then?" I demanded. "It's my invention," he returned proudly. "I've been workin' on it two years, Homer, and only got it goin' yestiddy. It's going to be a great thing, I tell you." "But what is it, Sam?" "It's gas from crude petroleum, Homer.
I heard him say it yestiddy. What will ye do when he's gone ef ye lets yerself git to thinkin' so much of him now? I've warned ye now, Easter, fer yer own good, though ye mought think I'm a-workin' fer myself. But I know I hev done whut I ought. I've warned ye, 'n' ye kin do whut ye please, but I'm a-watchin' ye."
Ef I tells ye, ye mustn't never name ther matter ter nobody." "I gives ye my hand on thet." "Wa'al, Mr. Brent told me afore he left, thet ef I ever needed counsel I should write ter him. When Jack went away, I writ an' yestiddy I got an answer back. My letter ter Mr. Brent asked ther same question thet I jest put up ter you." "What did Brent say?"
Seems like Crane and Keith got a might timid, and yestiddy they up and sold out that mill to a friend of mine actin' for me for fifty-five thousand dollars. Figger I got it dirt cheap. Wuth close to a hunderd thousand, hain't it?... I'm goin' to move it to Coldriver, lock, stock, and barrel." "Baines," said Castle, presently, "the G. and B. will keep hands off your valley.
Browdie was stultified for a moment Then, sustaining his assumed character, he said: "I hope it be nobody I know. I be fairly well acquainted in Eskaqua, though I hail from down in Lonesome Cove. Who be dead!" There was palpably a moment's hesitation before the spokesman replied: "Watt Wyatt; died day 'fore yestiddy."
Gammit snorted at the sarcasm. "Mebbe," she sneered, "ye kin tell me why it's so impossible it could be porkypines. I seen a big porkypine back o' the barn, only yestiddy. An' that's more'n kin be said o' yer weasels, an' foxes, an' skunks, what ye're so sure about, Mr. Barron." "A porkypine ain't necessarily after aigs jest because he's back of a barn," said the woodsman.
"'You're a liar, called Isbel, an' like a big cat he dropped off the counter. I heerd his moccasins pat soft on the floor. An' I bet to myself thet he was as dangerous as he was quick. But his voice an' his looks didn't change even a leetle. "'I'm not a liar, yelled Bruce. 'I'll make y'u eat thet. I can prove what I say.... Y'u was seen with Ellen Jorth up on the Rim day before yestiddy.
Why, Zebbadee Blake passed me yestiddy drivin' his own mule-team, an' I heard him swar he wouldn't turn out o' the road for anybody less'n God A'mighty or Marse Christopher!" "A-ahem!" exclaimed Carraway, with relish; "and in the meantime, the heir to all this high-handed authority is no better than an illiterate day-labourer." Peterkin snorted. "Who? Mr. Christopher?
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