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... jest ez they wuz settin ' down To take their noonin ' , Joe looked roun ' And see ( acrost lots in a pond That warn't more ' n twenty rod beyond ) , goose that on the water sot A Ez ef awaitin ' to be shot . Isrel he ups and grabs his ...
... jest ez they wuz settin ' down To take their noonin ' , Joe looked roun ' And see ( acrost lots in a pond That warn't more ' n twenty rod beyond ) , goose that on the water sot A Ez ef awaitin ' to be shot . Isrel he ups and grabs his ...
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... Jest for a day or two le's hide it An ' then toss up an ' so decide it . " " Agreed ! " sez Joe , an ' so they did , An ' the ole goose wuz safely hid . Now ' t wuz the hottest kind o ' weather , An ' when at last they come together ...
... Jest for a day or two le's hide it An ' then toss up an ' so decide it . " " Agreed ! " sez Joe , an ' so they did , An ' the ole goose wuz safely hid . Now ' t wuz the hottest kind o ' weather , An ' when at last they come together ...
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... jest com down , so he cal'lated to hook him in , but Hosy wood n't take none o ' his sarse for all he hed much as 20 Rooster's tales stuck onto his hat and eenamost enuf brass a - bobbin up and down on his shoulders and fig- ureed onto ...
... jest com down , so he cal'lated to hook him in , but Hosy wood n't take none o ' his sarse for all he hed much as 20 Rooster's tales stuck onto his hat and eenamost enuf brass a - bobbin up and down on his shoulders and fig- ureed onto ...
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... no wheres a kitting spryer ' n I be . If you print ' em I wish you'd jest let folks know who hosy's father is , cos my ant Keziah • Aut insanit , aut versos facit . — H. W. O used to say it's nater to be curus ses 60 THE BIGLOW PAPERS.
... no wheres a kitting spryer ' n I be . If you print ' em I wish you'd jest let folks know who hosy's father is , cos my ant Keziah • Aut insanit , aut versos facit . — H. W. O used to say it's nater to be curus ses 60 THE BIGLOW PAPERS.
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... jest ez clear ez figgers , Clear ez one an ' one make two , Chaps thet make black slaves o ' niggers Want to make wite slaves o ' you . Tell ye jest the eend I've come to Arter cipherin ' plaguy smart , An ' it makes a handy sum , tu ...
... jest ez clear ez figgers , Clear ez one an ' one make two , Chaps thet make black slaves o ' niggers Want to make wite slaves o ' you . Tell ye jest the eend I've come to Arter cipherin ' plaguy smart , An ' it makes a handy sum , tu ...
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