Prev | Current Page 183 | Next

Bellamy, Edward, 1850-1898

"The Duke of Stockbridge"

"
There was a general murmur indicating approval of this sentiment, and
several "that's sos" were heard, but Israel said, as he patted Hubbard
paternally on the back:
"Let bygones be bygones, Paul. Them things be all over naow, an I
callate thar won't be no more busin of poor folks. The lyin an the
lamb be a gonter lie down together arter this, 'cordin tew scripter. I
declar, it seems jiss like the good ole times 'long from '74 to '80,
wen thar warn't no courts in Berkshire. Wen I wuz a tellin ye baout
them times 'tother night, I swow I didn't callate ye'd ever have a
chance to see em fer yerselves, leastways, not till ye got ter Heavin,
an I guess that's a slim chance with most on ye. Jess think on't,
boys. Thar ain't been nary sheriff's sale, nor a man tuk ter jail this
hull week."
"Iry Seymour wuz a gonter sell aout Elnathan Hamlin this week, but
somehow he hain't got tew it," said Abner, dryly. "I callate he heard
some news from Barrington baout Tuesday."
"Iry mout's well give up his comishin ez depity sheriff an try ter git
inter some honest trade," remarked Israel.
"Whar does Squire Woodbridge keep hisself these days? I hain't seen
him skurcely this week," said Ezra Phelps.


Pages:
171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195