Pulp Fiction, 1861 · page 60 of 130
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 60: what you’re looking at
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—_— 58 FLORIDA; OR, THE TRON WILL. “Lord bless ye, young iadies,” he said, as he seated him. self, at Virginia’s request. “ You're both young and bloom. ing, and, praise the good Lord, you’ve got a long time te sarve Himin. My missus is wery wearisome about now, and needs the milk, being weak in the knees and unable to get round—consequently not appetising the food such as we'ye had, bless God, through His providence. But I’m afeard | shail have to give it up, though the Lord sees it’s for the best maybe, for which I praise His name, and let all the airth give t ” : . “ Why, how much do you lack of it, Uncle Barby ?” asked Florida. “How much do I lack? why, I haven’t got half. Fifteen is the uttermost that I can raise, and the cow’s worth the forty you ask, every bit of it, for which thank the good Lord in season and out o’ season.” Florida smiled, queerly. “T’ve been thinking,” she said, “ that I sh@i’t part with the cow.” “e, “Eh! miss ?” said the old man, and was about to add his custemary thanks, but Florida’s voice prevented. “ Suppose now I turn her over to you for safe keeping ? | don’t care about selling the hay I spoke for, a month ago ; and if you'll see to having it got in, you may keep the cow till I claim her. wl Wie i} had been growing ter and larger moment. Bae haa even worked herself up to the at that Florida might make an angel, after all—only give her aig ! the Lord bless ye, Miss Florida, for bein’ the poor man’s friend, and the friend of his wife. Did you say "t I might take care o’ the cow same’s if "twas my own? Well, I never was more flustered, even when I fou’t in J arsey—and for which the Lord make me very thankful accordin’ “o His. marcies.” “You can drive her over to-morrow, if you like” saig Florida. “Yes, miss—drive her over—well—raly—bless the Lo#d oh! my—” “@et her away as early us ten,” said Florida, impatiently comliclooks.com