I am told that
there are languages that hold no profanity and we know that there are
tongues too delicate for philosophy and too gentle for blank verse.
"Now what do you want to pester a body thatter way for?" Margaret
rejoined, thankful that Mrs. Mayfield had not been shocked. "I never
seed a body that could be so aggrivatin'. Miz Mayfield, don't pay no
'tention to him when he talks thatter way, fur when he wants to he kin
be right bright.
"Oh, I understand him, Mrs. Starbuck," and then of Jasper she inquired:
"How far is it to the post office?"
"A little the rise of three mile. As soon as I git this gear in shape
I'll have Kintchin hitch up and drive a passel of you over thar. I
reckon we've got one of the smartest post-masters in the country. I've
seed him rip open many a man's letter an' read it off just like print.
Here, Kintchin! Kintchin! That nigger's asleep somewhar. One of these
days somebody will fill him so full of lead you couldn't turn him over
with a hand spike." Kintchin appeared at the door, stretching himself
and rubbing his eyes.
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