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"Hello, yourself!" responded Shorty, making out, a little distance away, a "jo-boat," that is, a rude, clumsy square-bottomed, square-ended sort of a skiff in which was one man. "What's wanted?" "I'm out here adrift without no oars," came in the now-distinctly recognizable voice of Jeff Hackberry. "Won't yo' please tow me ashore?" "Le's go out there and git him," said Shorty to Si.
And on our left was a tropical forest in all its bewildering luxuriance, the live-oak, the hackberry, the myrtle, the Spanish bayonet in bristling groups, and the shaded places gave out a scented moisture like an orangery; anon we passed fields of corn and cotton, swamps of rice, stretches of poverty-stricken indigo plants, gnawed to the stem by the pest.
There he is, just a little above them, upon the hackberry; now he's flown to that willow; he looks like a coal of fire, there among the green leaves. Now he begins again with his "Boys, boys, boys, Do, do, do." "The song may do well enough, but we don't approve of such forward ways," sighed Mrs. Bob. "No," chimed in Mrs. Mate Hare, limping from her home in the broom sedge.
Jogglebury Crowdey, staring about with anything but the quickness that marked his movements when he dived into Hackberry Dean. 'Don't you see, asked Sponge tartly, 'there's a road by the corn-stacks yonder? Pointing them out. 'I see, replied Jogglebury, blowing freely into his shirt-frill. 'Never mind, let's try! exclaimed Mr.
The fact was, Jog wanted to be into Hackberry Dean, which was full of fine, straight hollies, fit either for gibbeys or whip-sticks, and the hounds being there gave him the entrée. It was for helping himself there, without this excuse, that he had been 'county-courted, and he did not care to renew his acquaintance with the judge.
If yo' behave yo'self I'll give yo' another two fingers by-an'-by." "Hackberry swallowed his portion at a thirsty gulp and sat down on the door-sill to let it do its invigorating work.
Your cow is your best surveyor. They came on the ranch suddenly, rounding a point into a small natural amphitheater. A flat-roofed dugout, fronted with stone, was built into the base of a boulder-piled hill; the door was open. Midnight perked his black head jauntily and slanted an ear. High overhead, a thicket of hackberry and arrow-weed overhung the little valley.
And the aspect of the surroundings at the junction of the Green and the Grand is not reassuring. It is a barren and dismal place, with no footing but a few sand-banks that are being constantly cut away and reformed by the whirling current, except on their higher levels where a few scrawny hackberry trees and weeds find room to continue a precarious existence.
That'll do," said Tom, handing Si one which some of the boys had about him. "Le's make 'em all take the oath while we're at it." "You'll all raise your right hands," said Si, opening the book. "Place your left on this book, and repeat the words after that man there, givin' your own names." Si was as solemn about it as he believed everyone should be at such a ceremony. Hackberry and Mrs.
Then Shorty said: "Captain, you don't want to take that old woman, the 'Squire and that skunk they call Jeff Hackberry back to camp with you, do you? Leave 'em here with us. I've got a little scheme." "The old woman and the 'Squire you can take and welcome," answered the Captain. "I'll be glad to have them oif my hands. But Hackberry is a rebel soldier. I don't know about giving him up."
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