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"
Yur
the
true
grit
,
Maje
;
an
dog-gone
me
,
ef
I
do
n't
do
my
beest
to
show
ye
some
day
,
thet
I
'm
sensible
o
'
t.
I
've
nuthin
'
more
to
say
now
,
'
ceptin
'
to
axe
thet
ye
'll
not
tell
out
o
'
doors
what
I
've
been
tellin
'
you
.
Thur
's
them
outside
who
,
ef
they
only
knew
what
this
coon
air
arter
,
'
ud
move
both
heving
an
airth
to
circumwent
his
intenshuns
.
"
"
They
'll
have
no
help
from
me
--
whoever
it
is
you
are
speaking
of
.
Mr
Stump
,
you
may
rely
upon
my
pledged
word
.
"
"
I
know
'
t
,
Maje
,
I
know
'
t.
God
bless
ye
for
a
good
'
un
.
Yer
the
right
sort
for
Texas
!
"
With
this
complimentary
leave-taking
the
hunter
strode
out
of
head-quarters
,
and
made
his
way
back
to
the
place
where
he
had
left
his
old
mare
.
Once
more
mounting
her
,
he
rode
rapidly
away
.
Having
cleared
the
parade
ground
,
and
afterwards
the
outskirts
of
the
village
,
he
returned
on
the
same
path
that
had
conducted
him
from
Casa
Del
Corvo
.
On
reaching
the
outskirts
of
Poindexter
's
plantation
,
he
left
the
low
lands
of
the
Leona
bottom
,
and
spurred
his
old
mare
'
gainst
the
steep
slope
ascending
to
the
upper
plain
.
He
reached
it
,
at
a
point
where
the
chapparal
impinged
upon
the
prairie
,
and
there
reined
up
under
the
shade
of
a
mezquit
tree
.
He
did
not
alight
,
nor
show
any
sign
of
an
intention
to
do
so
;
but
sate
in
the
saddle
,
stooped
forward
,
his
eyes
turned
upon
the
ground
,
in
that
vacant
gaze
which
denotes
reflection
.
"
Dog-gone
my
cats
!
"
he
drawled
out
in
slow
soliloquy
.
"
Thet
ere
sarkimstance
are
full
o
'
signiferkince
.
Calhoun
's
hoss
out
the
same
night
,
an
fetched
home
a
'
sweetin
'
all
over
.
What
ked
that
mean
?
Durn
me
,
ef
I
do
n't
surspect
the
foul
play
hev
kum
from
that
quarter
.
I
've
thort
so
all
along
;
only
it
air
so
ridiklous
to
serpose
thet
he
shed
a
killed
his
own
cousin
.
He
'd
do
that
,
or
any
other
villinous
thing
,
ef
there
war
a
reezun
for
it
.
There
ai
n't
--
none
as
I
kin
think
o
'
.
Ef
the
property
hed
been
a
goin
'
to
the
young
un
,
then
the
thing
mout
a
been
intellygible
enuf
.
But
it
want
.
Ole
Peintdexter
do
n't
own
a
acre
o
'
this
hyur
groun
'
;
nor
a
nigger
thet
's
upon
it
.
Thet
I
'm
sartin
'
'
beout
.
They
all
belong
to
that
cuss
arready
;
an
why
shed
he
want
to
get
shot
o
'
the
cousin
?
Thet
's
whar
this
coon
gets
flummixed
in
his
kalkerlations
.
Thar
want
no
ill
will
atween
'em
,
as
ever
I
heerd
o
'
.
Thur
's
a
state
o
'
feelin
'
twixt
him
an
the
gurl
,
thet
he
do
n't
like
,
I
know
.
But
why
shed
it
temp
him
to
the
killin
'
o
'
her
brother
?
"
An
'
then
thur
's
the
mowstanger
mixed
in
wi
'
it
,
an
that
shindy
'
beout
which
she
tolt
me
herself
;
an
the
sham
Injuns
,
an
the
Mexikin
shemale
wi
'
the
har
upon
her
lip
;
an
the
hossman
'
ithout
a
head
,
an
hell
knows
what
beside
!
Geesus
Geehosofat
!
it
'
ud
puzzle
the
brain
pan
o
'
a
Looeyville
lawyer
!
