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"Yit a minute," shouted the old fellow, pulling out his bull's eye watch again, "what's bid? Going  going  all done  going  " "A dollar!" EAT A MINUTE SHOUTED THE OLD FELLOW PULLING OUT HIS BULL'S EYE WATCH AGAIN WHAT'S BID GOING GOING ALL DONE GOING A DOLLAR
ell he dies. He's got fun enough yere--but Seffy--you're like the flow of molasses in January--at courting." This oblique suasion made no impression on Seffy. It is doubtful if he understood it at all. The loafers began to smile. One laughed. The old man checked him with a threat of personal harm. "Hold on there, Jefferson Dafis Busby," he chid. "I don't allow no one to laugh at my Seffy--except chust me--account I'm his daddy. It's a fight-word the next time you do it." Mr. Busby straightened his countenance. "He don't seem to notice--nor keer--'bout gals--do he?" No one spoke. "No, durn him, he ain't no good. Say--what'll you give for him, hah? Yere he goes to the highest bidder--for richer, for poorer, for better, for worser, up and down, in and out, swing your partners--what's bid? He ken plow as crooked as a mule's hind leg, sleep hard as a 'possum in wintertime, eat like a snake, git left efery time--but he ken ketch fish. They wait on him. What's bid?" No one would hazard a bid. CEPT HIS TWO BILLS HE DON'T WANT TO BE NO ANSEL DULL HE DIES HE'S GOT FUN ENOUGH HERE BUT CEFFY YOU'RE LIKE THE FLOW O MOLASSES IN JANUARY AT COURTING THIS OBLIQUE SUASION MADE NO IMPRESSION ON SEFFY IT WAS DOUBTFUL IF HE UNDERSTOOD IT AT ALL THE LOAFERS BEGAN TO SMILE ONE LAUGHED THE OLD MAN CHECKED HIM WITH A THREAT OF PERSONAL HARM HOLD ON THEIR JEFFERSON DAVIS BUSBY HE CHID I DON'T ALLOW NO ONE TO LAUGH AT MY SIPPI EXCEPT JUST ME ACCOUNT I'M STUDY THAT'S A FIGHT WORD THE NEXT TIME YOU DO IT MISTER BUSBY STRAIGHTENED HIS COUNTENANCE HE DOESN'T SEEM TO NOTICE NOR CARE ABOUT GIRLS DOES HE NO ONE SPOKE NO DURN HIM HE AIN'T NO GOOD SAY WHAT YOU GIVE FOR EM HUH HERE HE GOES TO HIGHEST BIDDER FOR RICHER FOR POORER FOR BETTER OR WORSER UP AND DOWN IN AND OUT SWING YOUR PARTNERS WHAT'S THE BIT HE CAN PLOUGH AS CROOKED AS A MULE'S HIND LEG SLEEP HARD AS A POSSUM IN THE WINTER TIME EAT LIKE A SNAKE GET LEFT EVERY TIME BUT HE CAN CATCH FISH THEY WENT ON HIM WHAT'S BID NO ONE WOULD HAZARD A BID
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