[The End Of The World by Edward Eggleston]@TWC D-Link bookThe End Of The World CHAPTER XI 5/8
Fer ef they don't mean 1843, what do they mean? Why, 1842 or 1844, of course.
You don't come no coon-dog argyments over me, not while I remain sound in wind and limb." "Goon-tog! Who zed goon-tog? Ich tidn't, Hankins tidn't, Ze'kel's wision tidn't zay nodin pout no goon-tog.
What's goon-togs cot do too mit de end of de vorld? Yonas, you pe a vool, maype." "The same to yerself, my beloved friend and free and enlightened feller-citizen.
Long may you wave, like a green bay boss, and a jimson-weed on the sunny side of a board-fence!" Gottlieb hurried on, finding Jonas much harder to understand than the prophecies. "I hear the singing-master is goin' to jine," said Cynthy Ann.
"Wonder ef they'll take him with all his seals and straps, and hair on his upper lip, with the plain words of the Bible agin gold and costly apparel? Wonder ef he's tuck in, too ?" "Tuck in? He an't one of that kind.
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