Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 178 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
"Was ever such a foolish tongue? It was a lion, not a buffalo, Betsy
Moore, in whose body Samson found the hive. The Jews knew nothing of
the buffalo. The buffalo is a beast totally unknown in the Holy Land. They
had camels and asses in that country, Betsy Moore, and a variety of other
animals. But, why waste instruction upon you? You are incorrigible.""Comeagable! Well, I reckon I'm not afraid of your tongue, though
you uses it for anything but grace and blessing. I reckon of the Holy Land
had not buffaloes, 'twas bekaise they couldn't grow grass enough thar for
sich big feeders. I've hearn something about that country; and Jim
Smithers once told me in your own hearing, that he haird a great trav-
eler onst say that he wouldn't give a picayune for a thousand acres of it,
'twas so wretched poor; and that, I reckon, is one reason why the Jews
crossed and quit, and come over to our country. I hear of their getting
thicker and thicker in the mountains every year.""What miserable absurdity! It amounts almost to insanity.""Wall, confound the Jews and the bees, and the buffaloes, altogether.
That's not what we waur talking about. I say, and say agin, that whether
it's the fault of the old woman, or the young one, Rose Carter ought to
have bin hyer last week to see us, and now with sich a snow storm, thar's
no knowing when she kin get hyar.""She's well enough off where she is, Betsy Moore. She is, no doubt,
the centre of an admiring circle; the cynosure of fashion; and the
observed of all observers; the admired of all admirers, and makes a con-
quest with every glance.""I've hearn of hunters having made many a good shot without hit-
ting the buck, Jane Carter; and so far as I kin see and hyer, I'm mighty
jubious that Rose Carter's aim ain't quite so sartin to hit, though she
shoots all day at the mark. One thing, too, I'll say to you agin, Jane Carter,
them fashionable people will kill the poor child with their balls and danc-
ings, all night, and their pic-nicks all day, day arter day. She's looking
mighty bad ever sense she got home.""I don't know where your eyes are, Betsy Moore. To mine, Rose Carter
looks better than I ever saw her. She is now fleshy, has grown absolutely
stout, from being formerly somewhat too slender for her weight.""Ah! but that fat mayn't be a healthy fat a'ter all, Jane Carter. I jedges
by the eyes and by the skin; but in perticklar by the sort o' sperrit the pus-
son has. Now, Rose hain't got the old fine eye-bright she used to hev, and
her skin don't look so clear; and there ain't a good color on her cheeks;
and she don't laugh brisk and lively, like a bird on the wing; and she don't
get out a quick answer to what you say, as she used to do when she was