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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes index 69c721d..d7b82bc 100644 --- a/.gitattributes +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -2,4 +2,3 @@ *.htm text eol=lf *.html text eol=lf *.md text eol=lf - @@ -2083,11 +2083,10 @@ fellow. “Was pretty good fight, wa’n’t it?” he began in a small voice, and then he achieved the fortitude to continue. “Dern me if I ever see fellers -fight so. Laws, how they did fight! I knowed th’ boys’d like it when -they onct got square at it. Th’ boys ain’t had no fair chanct up t’ -now, but this time they showed what they was. I knowed it’d turn out -this way. Yeh can’t lick them boys. No, sir! They’re fighters, they -be.” +fight so. Laws, how they did fight! I knowed th’ boys’d like when they +onct got square at it. Th’ boys ain’t had no fair chanct up t’ now, but +this time they showed what they was. I knowed it’d turn out this way. +Yeh can’t lick them boys. No, sir! They’re fighters, they be.” He breathed a deep breath of humble admiration. He had looked at the youth for encouragement several times. He received none, but gradually @@ -2192,7 +2191,7 @@ clutched the youth’s arm and looked all about him, as if dreading to be overheard. Then he began to speak in a shaking whisper: “I tell yeh what I’m ’fraid of, Henry—I’ll tell yeh what I’m ’fraid of. -I’m ’fraid I’ll fall down—an’ them yeh know—them damned artillery +I’m ’fraid I’ll fall down—an’ then yeh know—them damned artillery wagons—they like as not ’ll run over me. That’s what I’m ’fraid of—” The youth cried out to him hysterically: “I’ll take care of yeh, Jim! @@ -2427,7 +2426,7 @@ hand t’ m’ head an’ when I looked at m’ fingers, I seen, sure ’nough, was shot. I give a holler an’ begin t’ run, but b’fore I could git away another one hit me in th’ arm an’ whirl’ me clean ’round. I got skeared when they was all a-shootin’ b’hind me an’ I run t’ beat all, but I -cotch it pretty bad. I’ve an idee I’d a been fightin’ yit, if t’wasn’t +cotch it pretty bad. I’ve an idee I’d a’ been fightin’ yit, if t’wasn’t fer Tom Jamison.” Then he made a calm announcement: “There’s two of ’em—little ones—but @@ -3797,10 +3796,10 @@ Can’t stand _too_ much.” The friend twisted his head and made a calm reply. “If they keep on a-chasin’ us they’ll drive us all inteh th’ river.” -The youth cried out savagely at this statement. He crouched behind a -little tree, with his eyes burning hatefully and his teeth set in a -curlike snarl. The awkward bandage was still about his head, and upon -it, over his wound, there was a spot of dry blood. His hair was +The youth cried out savagely at this statement. He crouched behind +a little tree, with his eyes burning hatefully and his teeth set in +a cur-like snarl. The awkward bandage was still about his head, and +upon it, over his wound, there was a spot of dry blood. His hair was wondrously tousled, and some straggling, moving locks hung over the cloth of the bandage down toward his forehead. His jacket and shirt were open at the throat, and exposed his young bronzed neck. There diff --git a/73-h/73-h.htm b/73-h/73-h.htm index d05a820..aa8f156 100644 --- a/73-h/73-h.htm +++ b/73-h/73-h.htm @@ -2904,7 +2904,7 @@ and the youth would perceive that he was a good fellow. “Was pretty good fight, wa’n’t it?” he began in a small voice, and then he achieved the fortitude to continue. “Dern me if I ever see fellers fight so. Laws, how they did fight! I knowed th’ boys’d -like it when they onct got square at it. Th’ boys ain’t had no fair +like when they onct got square at it. Th’ boys ain’t had no fair chanct up t’ now, but this time they showed what they was. I knowed it’d turn out this way. Yeh can’t lick them boys. No, sir! They’re fighters, they be.” @@ -3062,7 +3062,7 @@ Then he began to speak in a shaking whisper: <p> “I tell yeh what I’m ’fraid of, Henry—I’ll tell yeh what I’m ’fraid of. I’m ’fraid I’ll fall -down—an’ them yeh know—them damned artillery +down—an’ then yeh know—them damned artillery wagons—they like as not ’ll run over me. That’s what I’m ’fraid of—” </p> @@ -3424,7 +3424,7 @@ looked at m’ fingers, I seen, sure ’nough, I was shot. I give a holler an’ begin t’ run, but b’fore I could git away another one hit me in th’ arm an’ whirl’ me clean ’round. I got skeared when they was all a-shootin’ b’hind me an’ I run -t’ beat all, but I cotch it pretty bad. I’ve an idee I’d a +t’ beat all, but I cotch it pretty bad. I’ve an idee I’d a’ been fightin’ yit, if t’wasn’t fer Tom Jamison.” </p> @@ -5281,7 +5281,7 @@ a-chasin’ us they’ll drive us all inteh th’ river.” <p> The youth cried out savagely at this statement. He crouched behind a little -tree, with his eyes burning hatefully and his teeth set in a curlike snarl. The +tree, with his eyes burning hatefully and his teeth set in a cur-like snarl. The awkward bandage was still about his head, and upon it, over his wound, there was a spot of dry blood. His hair was wondrously tousled, and some straggling, moving locks hung over the cloth of the bandage down toward his forehead. His diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt index d67a7e0..b5dba15 100644 --- a/LICENSE.txt +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -9,4 +9,3 @@ No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in jurisdictions other than the United States. Anyone seeking to utilize this book outside of the United States should confirm copyright status under the laws that apply to them. - @@ -1,3 +1,2 @@ Project Gutenberg (https://www.gutenberg.org) public repository for book #73 (https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/73) - |