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Bellamy, Edward, 1850-1898

"The Duke of Stockbridge"

But ye see some of the boys hev got a noshin agin heven any
more fellers sole aout fer debt, an we've been a explainin our idee to
Iry this mornin. I callate he's got it through his head, Iry hez. Ye
see ef neighbors be gonter live together peaceable they've jess got
ter unnerstan each other. What do yew s'pose Iry said? He said Squire
thar tole him to sell David aout. In course we didn' b'leeve that.
Squire ain't no gol darned fool, ez that would make him aout ter be.
He knowd the men ez stopped the courts las' week wouldn' be afeard o'
stoppin a sherriff. He knows the folks be in arnest 'baout hevin an
eend on sewin an sellin an sendin tew jail. Squire knows, an ye all
know that thar'll be fightin fore thar's any more sellin."
Abner had grown excited as he spoke, and the peculiar twinkle in his
eye had given place to a wrathy glare as he uttered the last words,
but this passed, and it was with his former sardonic grin that he
added:
"But Iry didn' save his hide by tryin tew lay it orf ontew Squire an I
guess he won't try no more sellin aout right away, not ef Goramity
tole him tew."
"Yer gab's runnin away with yer. Git to yer p'int, Abner," said Peleg
Bidwell.
"Lemme 'lone I'm comin 'roun," replied Abner.


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