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Bellamy, Edward, 1850-1898

"The Duke of Stockbridge"

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dunno what tew make on't. I callated the trouble wuz all over, an
times wuz gonter be good and folks live kinder neighbourly 'thout no
more suein an jailin, an sellin aout, same ez long from '74 tew '80. I
reckoned sure nuff them times wuz come 'round agin, an here they've
gone an kicked the pot over, an the fat's in the fire agin, bad's
ever."
"Darn em. Gosh darn em, I say," exclaimed Abner. "Didn't they git our
idee what we wuz arter wen we stopped the courts? Did they think we
wuz a foolin baout it? That's what I want some feller tew tell me. Did
they think we wuz a foolin?"
Abner's usually good humoured face was darkly flushed, and there was
an ugly gleam in his eye as he spoke.
"We wuz so quiet like las' week, they callated we'd jess hed our fling
an got over it. I guess that wuz haow it wuz," said Peleg Bidwell.
"Did they think we'd been five year a gittin our dander up an would
git over it in a week?" demanded Abner, glaring round. "If t'wuz caze
we wuz tew quiet, we'll make racket nuff to suit em arter this, hey,
boys? If racket's the ony thing they kin understan, they shall hev a
plenty on't."
"Israel thought it wuz kingdom come already," said Paul Hubbard, who
had hurried down from the iron-works with a gang of his myrmidons, on
receipt of the news.


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