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Lewis, Alfred Henry, 1857-1914

"Wolfville"

Billy is
still that reedic'lous he won't go up to 'Doby's camp; but 'Doby
comes over an' sees him frequent. The first throw out of the box
Billy takes a notion ag'in the kid an' allows he don't want no
traffic with him,--none whatever.
"But 'Doby won't have it that a-way, an' when it's about six months
old he packs said infant over one mornin' while Billy's at
breakfast.
"'Ain't he hell!' says 'Doby, a heap gleeful, at the same time
sawin' the infant onto Billy direct.
"Of course Billy has to hold him then. Which he acts like he's a hot
tamale, an' shifts him about in his arms. But it's plain he ain't so
displeased neither. At last the kid reaches out swift an' cinches
onto Billy's beard that a-way. This delights Billy, while 'Doby
keeps trackin' 'round the room too tickled to set down. All he can
remark--an' he does it frequent, like it tells the entire story--is:
"'Billy, ain't he hell?'
"An' Billy ain't none back'ard admittin' he is, an' allows on
hesitatin' it's the hunkiest baby in Arizona.
"'An' I've got dust into the thousands,' remarks Billy, 'which says
he's the prize papoose of the reservation, an' says it ten to one.
This yere offspring is a credit to you, 'Doby, an' I marvels you-all
is that modest over it.


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