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Don't none on us do more than middlin' well." "But, Sam, what about Ruth Sullivan?" "Ruth? Oh, yis! Ruth "Wal, ye see, the only crook in the old Gineral's lot was he didn't hev no children. Mis' Sullivan, she was a beautiful woman, as handsome as a pictur'; but she never had but one child; and he was a son who died when he was a baby, and about broke her heart.
"Ha!" said the man, with a broad grin, "me keep eyes in head me doos not in pocket. Ho! ho! Yis, me see an' hear berry well Muggins go too if hims can and Larry O'Hale, ho yis. Now, me go too!" "You too?" "Yis. You save me life; me know dis here part ob the univarse, bin bornded an' riz here. Not far off from de land to-day. You let me go too, an' me show you how you kin do "
An' it's not the river only, but the whole creation ye an yir brother think is yours." Dan Murphy was close up to Macdonald Dubh by this time. "Yis, blank, blank, yir faces, an' ye'd like to turn better than yirsilves from aff the river, so ye wud, ye black-hearted thaves that ye are." This, of course, was beyond all endurance.
Yis, miss." Marian made no further attempt to get miss changed to maam; and Eliza left the room. As she crossed the landing, she was called by someone on the same floor. Marian started at the sound. It was a woman's voice, disagreeably husky: a voice she felt sure she had heard before, and yet one that was not familiar to her. "Eliza. Eli-za!" Marian shuddered.
"Is that the only place ye have to spind the night in, Sambo?" said Barney to their conductor, as he pointed to a wooden shed near which some fifteen or twenty Negro slaves were overhauling the fishing tackle. "Yis, massa," answered the black, showing his white teeth; "dat is de bottle of dis great city."
But the Lord was in it leastwise, He didn't go agin the proper shapin' of things arterwards. Come, Bill, let's stir round lively, and git the shanty in shape a leetle, and some vict'als on the table afore she comes. Yis, git out your axe, and slash into that dead beech at the corner of the cabin, while I sorter clean up inside.
I do believe yer goin' to take another snooze!" Henri was indeed, at that moment, indulging in a gigantic stretch and a cavernous yawn, but he finished both hastily, and rushed at his poor horse as if he intended to slay it on the spot. He only threw the saddle on its back, however, and then threw himself on the saddle. "Now then, all ready?" "Ay, oui, yis!"
He drew his chair up closer to the stove and began: "Jest after I was a roundin' Cape Horn the fourth time, I believe, yis, yis, le'me see twenty times I've rounded the Horn, wall, this ere, I reckon, was somewhere nigh about the fourth time."
"Now, Oi don't enjoy pooblicity, sor; wherefore th' wily Scotch in me told me what to do, an' th' Irish part of me did it. I stood him on his head, an' took his clothes off an' put them on meself. An' then no one noticed me. Thot is, until Oi took me hat off." "You mean, that shako?" "Yis; th' blaemd heavy thing 'tis made o' blue feathers.
He sat still for a long time like one fascinated, and returned the stare with interest. At last the Indian spoke. "Is Tonyquat a Christian?" Somewhat surprised but not perplexed by the question Tony answered, "Ho, yis," promptly. The Indian again looked long and earnestly at the child, as if he were considering how far such a juvenile mind might be capable of going into a theological discussion.
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