human
Look out, my gal, yer a-foolin' with a Turk! Jake bore it wonderful patient, an' said in a mournful way, He p'sumed he was behindhand with the doin's at Injun Bay. I remember once he was askin' for some o' my Injun buns, An' she said he should allus say,
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stid o'
human
Be ye willin' ter marry me? An' Mary Ann kerrectin',
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Air ye willin', yeou sh'd say. Our Jake he put his foot daown in a plum decided way.
human
No wimmen-folks is a-goin' ter be rearrangin' me, Hereafter I says 'craps,' 'them is,' 'I calk'late,' an' 'I be.' Ef folks don't like my talk they needn't hark ter what I say; But I ain't a-goin' to take no sass from folks from Injun Bay; I ask you free an' final, 'Be ye goin' to marry me?' An' Mary Ann sez, tremblin', yet anxious-like,
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I be.