United States or Kazakhstan ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Da come caze da wanter ter, an' now dat da's yere, da's jest er bo'din'; dat's all." "You are an old fool." "Yas, suh," replied Kintchin, "dat's whut I yere." Mammy came in and said to Kintchin, "De steers broke down de fence an' is eatin' up de co'n. See, through de winder?" "Dat won't do," Kintchin exclaimed with hurry in his voice but with passive feet. "No, it won't do.
Buck Fuson is the wrong kind o' man to have round. He's ben a stealin' my co'n now fer two weeks and mo'. Ef I kin ketch him right out, and give him a fa'r shamin', he'll quit the Turkey Tracks fer good. So fer as Elmiry and the chaps is consarned, they'll be better off without Buck 'n what they is with him."
"If you will let me give it in my own way, Jedge, you shall have it." "In your own way, Mr. Starbuck. Proceed." "Well, then, I'll begin at the beginnin'. Jedge, I live away up in the hills. My grandaddy settled there an' cleared off his field on a hill-side where the sun struck it a slantin' an' raised his co'n an' made his licker an' the gover'ment never said a word.
Certainly the captivating voice, with its unkempt melody, and its throbbing, skipping, harum-scarum banjo accompaniment, was all that broke the silence of the place. His song was: "DE SASSAFRAS BLOOM "Dey's sugah in de win' when de sassafras bloom, When de little co'n fluttah in de row, When de robin in de tree, like er young gal in de loom, Sing sweet, sing sof', sing low.
"I'm of that opinion myself, Steve," he said. Part II "Say, you Teddy hawss, I'm plumb fed up with sagebrush and scenery. I kinder yearn for co'n bread and ham. I sure would give six bits for a drink of real wet water. Yore sentiments are similar, I reckon, Teddy." The Texan patted the neck of his cow pony, which reached round playfully and pretended to nip his leg.
Wall, the years passed an' my daddy an' my oldest brother was a workin' in that same field, a raisin' of his co'n an' a makin' of his licker an' mind you the gover'ment never had opened its chops, fur it was good licker an' all at once jest like years befo' there came a beatin' of drums an' a blowin' of fifes over in the road.
"W w w well, you can't tell h h how far it is, the r r road's so crooked." "Captain," said the Judge, "this boy should not have been brought down here. Let him stand aside. Over here," he said to Laz, motioning; and Laz stepped forward as if measuring the distance. "About here, Jedge?" Rap, rap! "Have you ever seen Mr. Starbuck make whisky?" "I've seed him grind co'n."
"No" said the Judge, "it is the rude epic of my country. Go on." "I thank you, suh. Well, finally, my time come. I married a game little woman an' we had two of as fine boys as the world ever seen. I raised my co'n on that same hill-side an' made my licker an' the government never said a word.
My ol' man he wo'ks on the railroad section and we just pay Mistah Tho'nton foh dollahs every month. My chil'n wo'k in the ga'den and tend that acah patch o' co'n." "Do you fertilize the corn?" "Yes, Suh. We can't grow nothin' heah without fe'tilizah. We got two hundred pounds fo' three dollahs last spring and planted it with the co'n." As Percy turned in at Mr.
Old Jasper's meditations were disturbed by Kintchin who thrust his head through the window and inquired: "Doan want me to take dat co'n ober ter Spencer's 'fo' dinner, does you?" "No, any time this evenin' will do." The negro came into the house and as he entered Starbuck said to him: "And while you are resting you mout grind the axes."
Word Of The Day