7/18 "Some on 'em'll be howling while t'others picks shot-corns out o' their black hides with a pynted stone." "Yes, of course," said Hilda coolly. They blackfellows don't know no better. They comes out with some streaks of white chalk on their black carcadges, and they goes up to a waggon flourishing their hop-poles and making faces, and frightens some people, and then they steal flour and stores; but if they've gone to our waggon, I 'magine they've gone to the wrong un. Take a precious ugly face to scare the doctor. Tell you what he'll do, ladies all. |