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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518828" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nine from Eight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was drivin' my two-mule waggin,<br>With a lot o' truck for sale,<br>Towards Macon, to git some baggin'<br>(Which my cotton was ready to bale),<br>And I come to a place on the side o' the pike<br>Whar a peert little winter branch jest had throw'd<br>The sand in a kind of a sand-bar like,<br>And I seed, a leetle ways up the road,<br>A man squattin' down, like a big bull-toad,<br>On the ground, a-figgerin' thar in the sand<br>With his finger, and motionin' with his hand,<br> And he looked like Ellick Garry.<br>And as I driv up, I heerd him bleat<br>To hisself, like a lamb: 'Hauh? nine from eight<br> Leaves nuthin' -- and none to carry?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Ellick's bull-cart was standin'<br>A cross-wise of the way,<br>And the little bull was a-expandin',<br>Hisself on a wisp of hay.<br>But Ellick he sat with his head bent down,<br>A-studyin' and musin' powerfully,<br>And his forrud was creased with a turrible frown,<br>And he was a-wurken' appearently<br>A 'rethmetic sum that wouldn't gee,<br>Fur he kep' on figgerin' away in the sand<br>With his finger, and motionin' with his hand,<br> And I seed it WAS Ellick Garry.<br>And agin I heard him softly bleat<br>To hisself, like a lamb: 'Hauh? nine from eight<br> Leaves nuthin' -- and none to carry!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I woa'd my mules mighty easy<br>(Ellick's back was towards the road<br>And the wind hit was sorter breezy)<br>And I got down off'n my load,<br>And I crep' up close to Ellick's back,<br>And I heerd him a-talkin' softly, thus:<br>'Them figgers is got me under the hack.<br>I caint see how to git out'n the muss,<br>Except to jest nat'ally fail and bus'!<br>My crap-leen calls for nine hundred and more.<br>My counts o' sales is eight hundred and four,<br> Of cotton for Ellick Garry.<br>Thar's eight, ought, four, jest like on a slate:<br>Here's nine and two oughts -- Hauh? nine from eight<br> Leaves nuthin' -- and none to carry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Them crap-leens, oh, them crap-leens!<br>I giv one to Pardman and Sharks.<br>Hit gobbled me up like snap-beans<br>In a patch full o' old fiel'-larks.<br>But I thought I could fool the crap-leen nice,<br>And I hauled my cotton to Jammel and Cones.<br>But shuh! 'fore I even had settled my price<br>They tuck affidavy without no bones<br>And levelled upon me fur all ther loans<br>To the 'mount of sum nine hundred dollars or more,<br>And sold me out clean for eight hundred and four,<br> As sure as I'm Ellick Garry!<br>And thar it is down all squar and straight,<br>But I can't make it gee, fur nine from eight<br> Leaves nuthin' -- and none to carry.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I says 'Hello, here, Garry!<br>However you star' and frown<br>Thare's somethin' fur YOU to carry,<br>Fur you've worked it upside down!'<br>Then he riz and walked to his little bull-cart,<br>And made like he neither had seen nor heerd<br>Nor knowed that I knowed of his raskilly part,<br>And he tried to look as if HE wa'nt feared,<br>And gathered his lines like he never keered,<br>And he driv down the road 'bout a quarter or so,<br>And then looked around, and I hollered 'Hello,<br> Look here, Mister Ellick Garry!<br>You may git up soon and lie down late,<br>But you'll always find that nine from eight<br> Leaves nuthin' -- and none to carry.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sidney+Lanier">Sidney Lanier</a><div class=q>
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With a lot o' truck for sale,
Towards Macon, to git some baggin'
(Which my cotton was ready to bale),
And I come to a place on the side o' the pike
Whar a peert little winter branch jest had throw'd
The sand in a ..."></div>
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