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"What did they say?" asked Robert, who was always on the lookout for news from the battle-field. "One ob dem said, dem Yankees war talkin' of puttin' guns in our han's and settin' us all free. An' de oder said, 'Oh, sho! ef dey puts guns in dere hands dey'll soon be in our'n; and ef dey sets em free dey wouldn't know how to take keer ob demselves."
"Our'n, Screechy. Weren't ye here lookin' for him?" Through the darkness Lem could not see the crazed expression that flashed over Scraggy's face. She thrust her fingers in her hair and shivered. The blow of Everett's fist had banished all memory of the boy from her mind; but Lem lived there as vividly as in the olden days. "We ain't got no boy, Lem," she said mournfully.
Why she's signed she's our'n for five years." Travis turned quickly and Jud dodged under the same strange light that showed again in his eyes. Then he laid his hand on Jud's arm and said simply: "No no you will not!" Jud looked at him in open astonishment. Travis puffed at his cigar as he said: "Don't study me too closely.
"Furthermore," California John went on, impressively, after a moment, "where did that man and that hoss come from in the beginning? Not from up this way. They's no fresh tracks comin' down the road no more than they's fresh tracks goin' up. Not from camp. They's no tracks whatsomever on the road below, except our'n and the stage outfit's."
This furrin flood's a-comin'; an' we've got to stan' some scares an' think mebbe The Gore dam'll bust, an' the boulders lay round too thick for the land, an' the mud'll spile our medders, an' the lake show rily so's the cattle won't drink an' we'll find out thet in this great free home of our'n, thet's lent us for a while, thet there's room 'nough for all, an', in the end not in my time, but in your'n our Land, like the medders, is goin' to be the better for it."
Here is this fellow, Boyston McGurny, been about here two years, and a reward for five hundred dollars out for his arrest." "That's Boy's fault, Sher'ff, not our'n," leered the glib old man. He, too, had had a sip of the stalwart cherry-bounce. "Boy's in no wise sociable." "It's plumb flying in the face of the law," declared the officer.
"England is a stupid country compared to our'n. There it no variety where there it no natur. You have class variety here, but no individiality. They are insipid, and call it perlite. The men dress alike, talk alike, and look as much alike as Providence will let 'em.
Thank you, Adam for telling me. You can go now." "Why then Good-night! Miss Anthea, mam, the mortgage is as good as paid, there ain't no such 'ops nowhere near so good as our'n be. An' you're quite free o' care, an' 'appy 'earted, Miss Anthea?" "Quite Oh quite, Adam!"
You'll promise me this?" "Sartain sure; ye can rest easy on that, Cap'n John. But don't ye go for to let that rampaging boy of our'n upsot the fat in the fire with any o' his foolishness. He's love-sick, he is; and there ain't nothing in this world so ridic'lous foolish ez a love-sick boy less'n 'tis a love-sick gal."
Suddenly the waggoner came to a halt, and said 'Blest if that Gearge bain't a snorin' on his pins! Evan lingered by him with some curiosity, while the waggoner thumped his thigh to, 'Yes he be! no he bain't! several times, in eager hesitation. 'It's a fellow calling from the downs, said Evan. 'Ay, so! responded the waggoner. 'Dang'd if I didn't think 'twere that Gearge of our'n. Hark awhile.
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