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"Perhaps you haven't met the German sergeants," I said. "I've met our'n," said the Sussex boy. "A man's a fool to be a soldier. Eh, lads?" They agreed heartily, though they were all volunteers. "Not that we're skeered," said one of them. "We'll be glad when the fighting begins." "Speak for yourself, Dick Meekcombe, and don't forget the shells last night." There was another roar of laughter.
Don't you wish you owned Sickles's colt, Jimmie?" The boy merely answered, "He ain't as nice as our'n." He lapsed then into another moody silence. One of the hired men, a Swede, desired to drive to the county seat for purposes of his own. The old man loaned a horse and an unwashed buggy. It appeared later that one of the purposes of the Swede was to get drunk.
I suppose we should bury him; but there is no place here to dig a grave." "Come aboard, sir! Come aboard wid ye!" exclaimed Wick, in a trembling voice. "It bain't no affair of our'n, sir an' there bes the divil's own luck in finding a dead man unexpected." Mr. Darling crossed the land-wash without another word, waded knee-deep into the tide, and climbed aboard the boat.
It's hard luck, but at last it comes toward us; an' thar we be one day with a corpse all our'n, an' no partnership with nobody nor nothin'. "'It's the chance of our life, says Doc Peets, 'an' we plays it. Thar's nothin' too rich for our blood, an' these obsequies is goin' to be spread-eagle, you bet! We'll show Red Dog an' sim'lar villages they ain't sign-camps compared with Wolfville.
My mother said their master refugeed them to Texas till the year of the surrender. They didn't know nothing 'bout freedom till a while after they got back from Texas. They stayed on that year and longer too not knowing 'bout freedom. My rickerliction is short. "Frank Houston was a neighbor of our'n. He lived on my folks' joining plantation close to Houston, Mississippi during slavery.
My! says I. 'Yes, says he, 'that 'ere bank spent and lost more money than it made, and when folks do that, they must smash at last, if their puss be as long as the national one of Uncle Sam. This Province is like that 'ere Bank of our'n, it's goin' the same road, and they'll find the little eend of the horn afore they think they are halfway down to it.
Don't you wish you owned Sickles's colt, Jimmie?" The boy merely answered: "He ain't as nice as our'n." He lapsed then into another moody silence. One of the hired men, a Swede, desired to drive to the county seat for purposes of his own. The old man loaned a horse and an unwashed buggy. It appeared later that one of the purposes of the Swede was to get drunk.
"Or else got sensibler and remembered our property and come around to let blood." "Bound to make trouble, anyway." "She's made it!" The Cap'n turned doleful gaze over his shoulder at the chimney of his house. "Bein' crazy she can make a lot more of it. I tell you, Cap'n, there's only this to do, and it ought to work with wimmen-folks as sensible as our'n are.
They feel pain, for instance, more'n we do, because, lackin' one of the five or six, if you like senses, their other senses is keyed up higher'n our'n." The Professor looked belligerent. "Get particular!" he demanded. "I won't get particular," snapped the other. "S'pose you wrastle it out for yourself same as us humans." Evidently he was still bitter against this man.
Jim Baggott waved toward the bar with one hand and openly wiped his eyes with the other. "Gonna make a gosh-almighty swell of her, are they? Well, I wish'm luck, but they'll never change her heart or break her spirit. She's our'n, an' she'll come back if I have to go after her myself, so help me! What you-all have?"
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