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Updated: June 12, 2025
This led to road-runners. This suggested rattlesnakes. They started Windy Bill. "Speakin' of snakes," said Windy, "I mind when they catched the great-granddaddy of all the bullsnakes up at Lead in the Black Hills. I was only a kid then. This wasn't no such tur'ble long a snake, but he was more'n a foot thick. Looked just like a sahuaro stalk. Man name of Terwilliger Smith catched it.
"Can't hab dese yere young ladies spile dere clean frocks on Malachi's steps no, sah," he would say; "Marse Oliver'd r'ar an' pitch tur'ble." There were especial reasons this year for these extra touches of rag and brush. Malachi knew "de signs" too well to be deceived.
I got a kinda misery in my laigs from trompin' these hyer streets. My feet are plumb burnin' up. You didn't answer my letters, so I come to see if you was all right." "You old scalawag. You came to paint the town red." Johnnie, highly delighted at this charge, protested. "Honest I didn't, Clay. I wasn't feelin' so tur'ble peart. Seemed like the boys picked on me after you left.
"Paulie is up to a lark," thought Penelope, who was the sharpest of all the children, and read motives as though she was reading an open book. "She doesn't walk as though she was tur'ble unhappy. I wonder what she's up to. And that red stain on her cheek was fruit; course it was fruit. How did she get it? I wish I knew. I'll try and find out." Pauline had now reached her bedroom.
"Not so long as a tur'ble vig'rus man, like I be?" he inquired, with a certain wistful appeal in his eyes. "No," I answered impulsively. "I knowed it I knowed it," he chuckled, feebly brandishing his stick, "such a poor old stapil as 'tis, all eat up wi' rust.
"The lieutenant was a kid, just gradooated one of the kind that thinks it's glorious to get killed and read about it in the papers. He led his men into the simple quiet of our camp, crouched and tur'ble, a gun in each hand . . . and there was the United States army and there was the sleepin' Percy, face to face! "'What . . . ! says the lieutenant, falling back ten foot.
"Yes, he is. He jus' ast her in through the window." "Sh, sh, sh. Will you hush yo' fuss!" "Ah'm well, thank ye, Mr. Baron. How are you?" "Look at Drusilla Pinner cross her feet, an' her a church-member, too!" "Ah been lookin'. She's awful careless about her dancin'." "This child'll have to go to bed in the other room. He's yellin' jus' tur'ble." "Ah 'low M'lissy 'll make some money out o' this.
I run the muzzles up and down the keyboard two or three times, and then shot out half a dozen keys. "That's the piece I know," says I. But the other girl and the Jew drummer had punched the breeze. The girl at the pianner just grinned, and pointed to the winder where they was some ragged glass hangin'. She was dead game. "Say, Susie," says I, "you're all right, but your friends is tur'ble.
And seeing how, despite his brave showing, he labored to carry the heavy basket, I presently took it from him, disregarding his protests, and set off by his side; yet, as we went, I turned once to look back at the deserted hut. "You 'm thinkin' 'tis a tur'ble bad place at night?" said the old man.
"Got tur'ble drunk, 'e did, over to Cranbrook throwed Mr. Scrope, the Beadle, over the churchyard wall knocked down Jeremy Tullinger, the Watchman, an' then went to sleep. While 'e were asleep they managed, cautious-like, to tie 'is legs an' arms, an' locked 'im up, mighty secure, in the vestry.
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