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Updated: June 23, 2025
The wizard don't say nothin', but he does turn a mite pale; he sees with half a eye that Satan himse'f would be he'pless once Chet gets his two paws on him. However, he assoomes that he's out to give the show as per schedoole. "'It's makin' toward eight when the wizard lights a seegyar, drinks four fingers of Willow Run, an' goes p'intin' out for Liberty Hall.
And she looked, and she see he was p'intin' to the beautif'lest little plant you never see, straight and nice, with little bits o' soft green leaves, with the sun a-shinin' through 'em, and, well, somehow, you never can get it through your head how mothers take in things, she knowed cert'in sure that was her little berry. The Angel begun to speak.
Another protroods its nose out up by Crawfish's collar. "'Which you shore seems ha'nted of snakes? I says, steppin' back an' p'intin' at the reptiles. "'Them's my dumb companions, says Crawfish Jim. 'They shares my solitood.
I puts the muzzle on him, sort o' p'intin' between the shoulders for gen'ral results; but when it comes to onhookin' my weepon I jest can't turn the trick. It's too much like murder. Meanwhile, the flyin' Yank is stampedin' along like he ain't got a thing on his mind an' never turnin' his head. "'I calls on him to surrender.
Also, ondoubted, he freights the meat off some'ers to his camp, which is why we don't notice no big bones layin' 'round loose. Then Enright scans the grass mighty scroopulous; an' shore enough! thar's plenty of pony tracks printed into the soil. 'That don't look so soopernacheral neither, says Enright, p'intin' to the hoof-prints. "'Them's shorely made by a flesh an' blood pony, says Peets.
As it stands, I blunders into them orisons inadvertent; but, havin' picked up the hand, I nacherally continues an' plays it. "'It's this a-way about them religious exercises: I'm emerged from the Tub of Blood, an' am p'intin' out for the dance-hall, when I strikes a wickeyup all lighted, an' singin' on the inside. I takes it for a joint I ain't seen none as yet, an' tharupon heads up an' enters.
"Nope. Nothin' doin'. Say, lemme sleep, will ye?" "Sure," said Creede, "when I git through with you. Which way was them sheep travellin'?" "Well, some was goin' straight up over the Four Peaks and the rest was p'intin' west. You and your old horn I nigh blowed my fool head off and never got a rise! They was all blowin' them horns over by the Pocket this aft."
As they trails by, Willyum sees Billy Willyum can make a small bluff at talkin' by now an', p'intin' his finger at Billy, he sags back on his mother's dress like he aims to halt her, an' says: "'Pop-pa! Pop-pa! meanin' Billy that a-way; although the same is erroneous entire, as every gent in Wolfville knows. "'Which if Willyum's forefinger he p'ints with
All to once he stopped an' p'inted at my house through the winder an' kep' p'intin'. Tom come over an' said he ca'llated the squire wanted to see me. So I went there. Kate met me at the door. Gosh! How old an' kind o' broke down she looked!
It's like two Injuns talkin'. It all winds up by the Deef Woman p'intin' out on her way some'ers East, an' thar ain't one of us ever sees the Major, the Deef Woman, the kid, nor yet this Pinon Bill, no more. Which this last, however, is not regarded as food for deep regrets," "Don't I never tell you the story of the death of Crawfish Jim?"
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