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as to coming trouble. He said he'd have to ask advice on a "p'int" in the morning, and when Bill desired to hear it now, he said he had to think of it.
"Oh, you're too melancholy and suspicious to live," said Bill, who was in a jovial mood. "Bless me, with a nice little raynch and a few head o' good steers, and a wife like my Mary and a gal like my Amandy, and a hoss to ride like my pinto, I'm all hunky, and I find Texas pleasant, and the people joyous, and it's a good world, George, so cheer up some and let up on your gloomy hints o' trouble, for you've nothing to worry you."
And poor George said his own troubles were nothing.
"My natur' is sech, Bill, that I worry not at all about my own woes, but the woes of other ignorant and innocent people fills me with the intensest grief. It done so from a child, and many's the time I've wept sore to see our old dad wallop thunder out o' yur pore little carcass, and you know it."
"So you did, but that's all over," replied Bill; "and there's no need to weep none here,
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