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III. IN DIALECTPENELOPE(SIMPSON`S BAR, 1858)
So you`ve kem `yer agen,
And one answer won`t do?
Well, of all the derned men
That I`ve struck, it is you.
O Sal! `yer`s that derned fool from Simpson`s, cavortin` round `yer
in the dew. Kem in, ef you WILL.
Thar,--quit! Take a cheer.
Not that; you can`t fill
Them theer cushings this year,--
For that cheer was my old man`s, Joe Simpson, and they don`t make
such men about `yer. He was tall, was my Jack,
And as strong as a tree.
Thar`s his gun on the rack,--
Jest you heft it, and see.
And YOU come a courtin` his widder! Lord! where can that critter,
Sal, be! You`d fill my Jack`s place?
And a man of your size,--
With no baird to his face,
Nor a snap to his eyes,
And nary--Sho! thar! I was foolin`,--I was, Joe, for sartain,--don`t
rise. Sit down. Law! why, sho!
I`m as weak as a gal.
Sal! Don`t you go, Joe,
Or I`ll faint,--sure, I shall.
Sit down,--ANYWHEER, where you like, Joe,--in that cheer, if you
choose,--Lord! where`s Sal?
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