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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416714" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Noey's Night-Piece</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They ain't much 'tale' about it!' Noey said.--<br>'K'tawby grapes wuz gittin' good-n-red<br>I rickollect; and Tubb Kingry and me<br>'Ud kindo' browse round town, daytime, to see<br>What neighbers 'peared to have the most to spare<br>'At wuz git-at-able and no dog there<br>When we come round to git 'em, say 'bout ten<br>O'clock at night when mostly old folks then<br>Wuz snorin' at each other like they yit<br>Helt some old grudge 'at never slep' a bit.<br>Well, at the _Pars'nige_--ef ye'll call to mind,--<br>They's 'bout the biggest grape-arber you'll find<br>'Most anywheres.--And mostly there, we knowed<br>They wuz _k'tawbies_ thick as ever growed--<br>And more'n they'd _p'serve_.--Besides I've heerd<br>Ma say k'tawby-grape-p'serves jes 'peared<br>A waste o' sugar, anyhow!--And so<br>My conscience stayed outside and lem me go<br>With Tubb, one night, the back-way, clean up through<br>That long black arber to the end next to<br>The house, where the k'tawbies, don't you know,<br>Wuz thickest. And t'uz lucky we went _slow_,--<br>Fer jest as we wuz cropin' tords the gray-<br>End, like, of the old arber--heerd Tubb say<br>In a skeered whisper, 'Hold up! They's some one<br>Jes slippin' in here!--and _looks like a gun_<br>He's carryin'!' I _golly!_ we both spread<br>Out flat aginst the ground!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''What's that?' Tubb said.--<br>And jest then--'_plink! plunk! plink!_' we heerd something<br>Under the back-porch-winder.--Then, i jing!<br>Of course we rickollected 'bout the young<br>School-mam 'at wuz a-boardin' there, and sung,<br>And played on the melodium in the choir.--<br>And she 'uz 'bout as purty to admire<br>As any girl in town!--the fac's is, she<br>Jest _wuz_, them times, to a dead certainty,<br>The belle o' this-here bailywick!--But--Well,--<br>I'd best git back to what I'm tryin' to tell:--<br>It wuz some feller come to serenade<br>Miss Wetherell: And there he plunked and played<br>His old guitar, and sung, and kep' his eye<br>Set on her winder, blacker'n the sky!--<br>And black it _stayed_.--But mayby she wuz 'way<br>From home, er wore out--bein' _Saturday!_</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It _seemed_ a good-'eal _longer_, but I _know_<br>He sung and plunked there half a' hour er so<br>Afore, it 'peared like, he could ever git<br>His own free qualified consents to quit<br>And go off 'bout his business. When he went<br>I bet you could a-bought him fer a cent!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And now, behold ye all!--as Tubb and me<br>Wuz 'bout to raise up,--right in front we see<br>A feller slippin' out the arber, square<br>Smack under that-air little winder where<br>The _other_ feller had been standin'.--And<br>The thing he wuz a-carryin' in his hand<br>Wuzn't no _gun_ at all!--It wuz a _flute_,--<br>And _whoop-ee!_ how it did git up and toot<br>And chirp and warble, tel a mockin'-bird<br>'Ud dast to never let hisse'f be heerd<br>Ferever, after sich miracalous, high<br>Jim-cracks and grand skyrootics played there by<br>Yer Cousin Rufus!--Yes-sir; it wuz him!--<br>And what's more,--all a-suddent that-air dim<br>Dark winder o' Miss Wetherell's wuz lit<br>Up like a' oyshture-sign, and under it<br>We see him sort o' wet his lips and smile<br>Down 'long his row o' dancin' fingers, while<br>He kindo' stiffened up and kinked his breath<br>And everlastin'ly jest blowed the peth<br>Out o' that-air old one-keyed flute o' his.<br>And, bless their hearts, that's all the 'tale' they is!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And even as Noey closed, all radiantly<br>The unconscious hero of the history,<br>Returning, met a perfect driving storm<br>Of welcome--a reception strangely warm<br>And _unaccountable_, to _him_, although<br>Most _gratifying_,--and he told them so.<br>'I only urge,' he said, 'my right to be<br>Enlightened.' And a voice said: '_Certainly:_--<br>During your absence we agreed that you<br>Should tell us all a story, old or new,<br>Just in the immediate happy frame of mind<br>We knew you would return in.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, resigned,<br>The ready flutist tossed his hat aside--<br>Glanced at the children, smiled, and thus complied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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'K'tawby grapes wuz gittin' good-n-red
I rickollect; and Tubb Kingry and me
'Ud kindo' browse round town, daytime, to see
What neighbers 'peared to have the most to spare
'At wuz git-at-able and no d..."></div>
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