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"
Wal
;
'
tai
n't
no
use
talkin
'
any
more
beout
it
.
Ye
've
sucked
up
the
corn
juice
,
an
thur
's
an
end
o
'
t.
Thur
ai
n't
no
more
to
be
hed
'
ithin
twenty
mile
,
an
we
must
go
'
ithout
.
"
"
Be
Jaysus
,
but
it
's
bad
!
"
"
Shet
up
yur
head
,
durn
ye
,
an
hear
what
I
've
got
to
say
.
We
'll
hev
to
go
'
ithout
drinkin
'
;
but
thet
air
no
reezun
for
sturvin
'
ourselves
for
want
o
'
somethin'
to
eet
.
The
young
fellur
,
I
do
n't
misdoubt
,
air
by
this
time
half
starved
hisself
.
Thur
's
not
much
on
his
stummuk
,
I
reck
'n
,
though
thur
may
be
on
his
mind
.
As
for
meself
,
I
'm
jest
hungry
enough
to
eat
coyoat
;
an
I
ai
n't
very
sure
I
'd
turn
away
from
turkey
buzzart
;
which
,
as
I
reck
'n
,
wud
be
a
wusser
victual
than
coyoat
.
But
we
ai
n't
obleeged
to
eet
turkey
buzzart
,
whar
thur
's
a
chance
o
'
gettin
'
turkey
;
an
thet
ai
n't
so
dewbious
along
the
Alamo
.
You
stay
hyur
,
an
take
care
o
'
the
young
fellur
,
whiles
I
try
up
the
crik
,
an
see
if
I
kin
kum
acrosst
a
gobbler
.
"
"
I
'll
do
that
,
Misther
Stump
,
an
no
mistake
.
Be
me
trath
--
"
"
Keep
yur
palaver
to
yurself
,
till
I
've
finished
talkin
'
to
ye
.
"
"
Sowl
!
I
wo
n't
say
a
word
.
"
"
Then
do
n't
,
but
lissen
!
Thur
's
somethin
'
bout
which
I
do
n't
wait
ye
to
make
any
mistake
.
It
air
this
.
Ef
there
shed
anybody
stray
this
way
dyurin
my
absince
,
ye
'll
let
me
know
.
You
mus
n't
lose
a
minnit
o
'
time
,
but
let
me
know
.
"
"
Shure
I
will
--
sowl
,
yis
.
"
"
Wal
,
I
'll
depend
on
ye
.
"
