The Wit and Humor of America, Volume III. (of X.) by Various
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he and Eph had gone fishing together.
"If ye want to ketch the big uns, always go at night in the dark o' the moon," said Eph, and his piscatorial knowledge was absolute. They had fished in silence for some time, and Johnnie was nodding, when Eph suddenly whispered: "Let's go home, sonny, I think I see a ha'nt down yander." Johnnie had no idea what a "ha'nt" might be, but Eph's constrained manner betokened something dreadful. It was not until they had come within sight of home that Johnnie ventured to inquire: "Say, Eph, what is a ha'nt?" "Huh! What is ha'nts? Why, sonny, you mean to tell me you don't know what ha'nts is?" "Not exactly; sompin' like wildcats, ain't they?" "Well, I'll be confounded! Wildcats! Not by a long shot;" and Eph broke into the soft chuckle which always preceded his explanations. They reached the orchard fence, and, seating himself squarely on the topmost rail, Eph began impressively: "Ha'nts is the remains of dead folks--more 'specially them that's been assinated, er, that is, kilt--understan'? They're kind o' like sperrits, |
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