And he kin blarney you
so--and he's so quick at a mortal lie--and he's got jest a good reason
for everything--and he's so sharp at a 'scuse [excuse] that it's
onpossible to say where he's gwine to have you, and what you're a gwine
to lose, and how you'll get off at last, and in what way he'll cheat you
another time. He's been at this business, in these diggings, now about
three years. The regilators have swore a hundred times to square off
with him; but he's always got off tell now; sometimes by new
inventions--sometimes by bible oaths--and last year, by regilarly
_cutting dirt_ [flight]. He's hardly a chance to git cl'ar now, for the
regilators are pretty much up to all his tricks, and he's mighty nigh to
ride a rail for a colt, and get new _scores_ ag'in old scores, laid on
with the smartest hickories in natur'."
"And who are the regulators?" asked the youth, languidly.
"What! you from Georgy, and never to hear tell of the regilators? Why,
that's the very place, I reckon, where the breed begun.
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