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Page 105 - W waitin' in the lorrel atter dark fer me, it's all I axe." "Waitin' in the lorrel! " Old Gabe could hold back no longer. " Hit's a shame, a burnin' shame ! I don' know whut things air comin' to ! 'Pears like all you young folks think about is killin' somebody. Folks usen to talk about how fer they could kill a deer; now it's how fer they kin kill a man. I hev knowed the time when a man would 'a' been druv out o' the county fer drawin' a knife ur a pistol; 'n' ef a feller was ever killed, it was...