Melib Us-Hipponax. the Biglow Papers, Ed. with an Intr. &C. by Homer Wilbur

Melib Us-Hipponax. the Biglow Papers, Ed. with an Intr. &C. by Homer Wilbur

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1865 edition. Excerpt: ...ugly now, or else I'll jest let strip, You'd best draw kindly, seein' 'z how I've gut ye on the hip; Besides, you darned ole fool, it aint no gret of a disaster To bo benev'lently druv back to a contented master, Ware you hed Christian priv'ledges you don't seem quite aware of, Or you'd ha' never rim away from bein' well took care of; Ez fer kin' treatment, wy, he wuz so fond on ye, he said He'd give a fifty spot right out, to git ye, 'live or dead; Wite folks aint sot by half ez, much; 'member I run away, Wen I wuz bound to Cap'n Jakes, to Maltysqumscot bay; Don' know him, likely? Spose not; wal, the mean ole codge went An' offered--wut reward, think? Wal, it worn't no less 'n a cent." Wal, I jest gut 'em into line, an druv 'em on afore me, The pis'nous brutes, I'd no idee o' the ill-will they bore me; We walked till som'ers about noon, an' then it grew so hot I thought it best to camp awile, so I chose out a spot Jest under a magnoly tree, an' there right down I sot; Then I unstrapped my wooden leg, coz it begun to chafe, An' laid it down 'long side o' me, supposin' all wuz safe; I made my darkies all set down around me in a ring, An' sot an' kin' o' ciphered up how much the lot would bring; But, wile I drinked the peaceful cup of a pure heart an' mind (Mixed with some wiskey, now an' then). Pomp he snaked up behind, An' creepin' grad'lly close tu, ez quiet ez a mink, Jest grabbed my leg, and then pulled foot, quicker 'an you could wink, An', come to look, they each on 'em bed gut behin' a tree, An' Pomp poked out the leg a piece, jest so ez I could see, An' yelled to me to throw away my pistils an' my gun, Or else thet they'd cair off the leg, an' fairly cut an' run. I vow I didn't b'lieve there wuz a decent alligatur Thet bed a heart so...show more

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  • Paperback | 80 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 159g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236581539
  • 9781236581532