Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 43: what you’re looking at

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JAKE, 45 ‘triumphantly. He, nothing daunted, repeated the words of 1€ dominie with an ominous shake of the head. Jake rolled his eyes right and left, waiting for some one of his satellites to reply. There was a dubious rubbing at the back of heads, a slow shaking of them, but no answer, and Jake stepped forth from his pedestal of dignity and with a Wave of the hand replied, : “TI did tell a lie, spite of the solemcolly trufes of de good ook, and spite of de exhorsetations of de dominie, when he Stands under de sounding board every Sunday, like a ’normous Platter ready to fall on his head, as has’nt no hair to break de blow.” “ Gil gi! wouldn’t it smash him small!” exclaimed a dozen Voices, the owner of each one lifting up one leg, and rubbing the side of his shin. . “Silence” cried the eloquent Jake; “silence!” In a mo- ment every foot was down, every head cocked upon one side intently listening. “TI told that lie; I glories in it! I’s no coward and sneak. When it’s brought up ag’in me—Il’ll own up like a gen’leman. Pil do it. Tl say in justimentation, and to show I knows the consequentialities, ‘Yes, I lied, and the gen’leman darkey as won't take a little red-hot brimstone for a gen’leman that he loves, do not deserve the name.” eae + ) Saying this he smashed his hat hard down upon the top of his head, dug both hands into his pockets, and stalked away amid the delighted murmurs of his associates—even the old negro eyeing him with a sort of awful pleasure, and saying to himself: “His blood is al’ays red-hot—a drop more or less mightn’t ut.” | Wendell rode gayly onward, waving his hand, and waving kisses to the young belles of the village, with whom he was a favorite ; pretty girls blushed and smiled as they greeted the handsome young man, who sat his horse so well, and whose Smile was so frank and winning. Passing down the principal Street, it was natural that be should glance at the windows of Old De Witt as he went by. To his surprise, Mistress Katrina was leaning from her chamber lattice, humming a gay air, ag If all the world were as merry as herself. connicloooks. com