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Title: Opie Read in the Ozarks, including many of the rich, rare, quaint, eccentric, ignorant and superstitious sayings of the natives of Missouri and Arkansaw
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Read, Opie Percival, 1852-1939
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Publisher: Chicago, R. B. McKnight & Co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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d a briar, he shook his damp hand at the blacknessabove, and in a loud oath, questioned the purity of ourinstitutions. At last he saw a light glimmering faintlyamong the dripping trees and tangled underbrush.Slowly guiding his horse in the direction whence camethe welcome gleam, he at last reached a low rail fence,surrounding a small log house. Mr. Lansing shouted. Hello, yourself V exclaimed a voice, as a man pokedhis head from the door. ^Who lives here? I do. Of course. What is your name? Whats your name? George Lansing. Does Simon Butt live here? Not at present. Where does he live? Dont know. Did he ever live here? No. Then, why do you say not at present ? Cause he dont live here at present. My friend, I am wet and Must uv been out in the rain? Yes, I was in all of that heavy shower. No, yer want. I say I was. I say yer want. Some o that shower fell here,an I know yer want here when it fell. Good-night,closing the door. Say, there! called the Englishman. 54 OPIE READ IN THE OZARKS.
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OPIE READ IN THE OZARKS. 55 *Wall/ opening the door. I say I am wet and Must uv been out in the rain/ And Fm hungry. Didnt have nuthin to eat, mebby. Id Hke to stay here until morning. All right, help yerself, closing the door. Hello, there! cried the Englishman. Hello, yerself! again opening the door. What sort of a man are you ? Democrat. What yer own pollyticks? Confound your politics. I - Confound yer pollyticks, stranger, an mon that,dod blame yer religion. Look here, my good fellow. One o the best fellers yer ever seed. Glad to hear it. I am wet Must uv been out in the rain. I dont want any of your blasted foolishness, youknow. I want to come in. All right, never said yer couldnt. The floor of the little room seemed to be coveredwith children, and from a bed in a corner a head withlong hair protruded. The squatter raked the chunkstogether—those people always keep a fire, winter andsummer—and the cheerful blaze, shooting up the spa-cious stack chimney, invited the stranger to

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