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That 'are's jest a sample o' the ways them Hokums cut up. "Wal, you see, boys, there's a queer kind o' rock down on the bank 'o the river, that looks sort o' like a grave-stone. The biggest part on't is sunk down under ground, and it's pretty well growed over with blackberry-vines; but, when you scratch the bushes away, they used to make out some queer marks on that 'are rock.
It's jest a kick here, and a cuff there, and a twitch by the ear in t'other place; one a shovin' on 'em this way, and another hittin' on 'em a clip, and all growlin' from mornin' to night. I believe the way my ears got so long was bein' hauled out o' my berth by 'em: that 'are's a sailor's regular way o' wakin' up a boy.
"Wal, by time I got to the Penobscot country, all I wanted to know was how to get back agin. That 'are's jest the way folks go all their lives, boys. It's all fuss, fuss, and stew, stew, till ye get somewhere; and then it's fuss, fuss, and stew, stew, to get back agin; jump here and scratch yer eyes out, and jump there and scratch 'em in agin, that 'are's life.
I call the bargain good: why sh'd I want fur to break it? I want the money bad. I'm sick o' this country. I'd like to be off in the first ship that sails. Can't you let me have ten till to-morrow? then t' other forty. I've got a mortal need for it, that I have. Come, it's no use your walking at that rate; my legs are's good as yours." Algernon had turned back to the great thoroughfare.
Wal, ye see that 'are's the way fellers allers begin the ways o' sin, by turnin' their backs on the Bible and the advice o' pious parents. Now hear what he come to: "'Then I murdered William More, As I sailed, as I sailed; I murdered William More, And left him in his gore, Not many leagues from shore, As I sailed, as I sailed. "'To execution dock I must go, I must go.
That 'are's what every woman I've talked with says; and I guess, fust and last, I've talked with twenty, good, safe church-members, and they's every one o' opinion that this 'ere oughtn't to be talked about.
Are's mind was soon stored with a mass of ancient facts and obsolescent phraseology, but before either the task of official compilation or that of private restoration had been carried to completion the Emperor died , and an interval of twenty-five years elapsed before the Empress Gemmyo, on the 18th of September, 711, ordered a scholar, Ono Yasumaro, to transcribe the records stored in Are's memory.
"Wal, I swar, that are's cool." Nevertheless the tramp departed. At the bar he swallowed a huge glass of brandy, and then passed upon the street. From this it will be seen that Billy Bowlegs was in league with the notorious scoundrel who is known to the reader as Andrew Barkswell. This, it will be remembered, was on the same night that the robbery was committed at the Alstine mansion.
To be sure, nobody know'd where he come from, but that wa'n't no reason agin' him: this 'ere might a ben a crazy sister, or some poor critter that he took out o' the best o' motives; and the Scriptur' says, 'Charity hopeth all things. But then, ye see, folks will talk, that 'are's the pester o' all these things, and they did some on 'em talk consid'able strong about the cap'n; but somehow or other, there didn't nobody come to the p'int o' facin' on him down, and savin' square out, 'Cap'n Brown, have you got a woman in your house, or hain't you? or is it a ghost, or what is it? Folks somehow never does come to that.
"'I expect you'd been at the tahvern, said Hokum. "'Wal, yes, we had; but them was sperits: we wa'n't drunk, now; we was jest as sober as ever we was. "'Wal, they won't get away my money, says Primus, for I put it safe away in Dinah's teapot afore I come out; and then he showed all his ivories from ear to ear. 'I think all this 'are's sort o' foolishness, says Primus.
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