Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 22 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
"But," impatiently put in Aunt Betsy, "but what's the use of talk-
ing generally about hunters, when here's the particular pusson before
us, and we all know that he aint none of your common hunters, and is
a gentleman by natur. And natur kin make a gentleman, sister Carter,
quite as well as society. It's born in a man. As for what you call society,
why, you know that all about here, Mike Baynam kin go jist where he
pleases. And everybody's glad to see him come. I tell you, there's not a
family hardly within a twenty mile ring around these mountains, but
would be glad to see him dangling arter its unmarried dater, jist as he's
dangling arter your'n. There's hardly a gal I know that's not got her
answer ready before he's ready for the axing.""Dater is not daughter, Betsy, nor is gal, girl, and you really distress
me with your vulgarisms. I dread to hear you speak in society.""Well, sister Carter, it kaint be helped now. What's bred in the bone
will come out of the flesh, and what's bred in the brain is apt to come
out of the tongue. Ef I makes a slip in talking, there's never much harm
done to any body but myself, and I kaint help it ef there is. I didn't make
myself, you know.""And very fortunate for you that you did not, Elizabeth, or you'd be
much worse than you are," was the sarcastic reply.
"Worse than I am! Why, Jane Carter, you talk as ef I was a bad
woman," rather indignantly.
"Not a bad woman," was the response, "but a very bad talker,
Elizabeth.""Wall, we shall never get through with this matter, in the case of
Mike Baynam, as long as you're so pertickler about the sort of words
we're to use. I reckon, ef you kin git at the sense of what I say, it's just as
much bread in your oven as ef I had said it in perlite fashionible soci-
ety language. Let's come to the pint.""Pint for point.""Oh! hush, Jane. You've stickled long enough about them small
things. Here's the puzzle. Mike Baynam's after Rose Carter. That I say is
one thing sartin. Mike Baynam will make a good husband. You don't
say `no' to that, I reckon; Rose herself, for one, is willing to believe it.
But then you say Mike's a hunter, and that hunters are ginerally lazy
and worthless. But I say that Mike Baynam is not lazy, and sells his five
hundred deer hams every year to Walker in Spartanburg, and other deer
and bear meat, hams and shoulders, to other people in Asheville and
Greenville. I'm knowing to the fact; and he makes a pretty penny out