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But den I was tellin' Cato t'oder day, says I, 'Cato, I dunno 'bout de rest o' de world, but I ha'n't neber felt it in my bones dat Mass'r James is r'ally dead, for sartin. Now I feels tings gin'ally, but some tings I feels in my bones, an' dem allers comes true. An' dat ar's a feelin' I ha'n't had 'bout Mass'r Jim yit, an' dat ar's what I'm waitin' for 'fore I clar make up my mind.
Neck or nothing, we must go with him," said Tom. "I s'pose you've got good dogs," said Haley. "First rate," said Marks. "But what's the use? you han't got nothin' o' hers to smell on." "Yes, I have," said Haley, triumphantly. "Here's her shawl she left on the bed in her hurry; she left her bonnet, too." "That ar's lucky," said Loker; "fork over."
"Yes, you see, Andy, Missis wants to make time, dat ar's clar to der most or'nary 'bserver. I jis make a little for her. Now, you see, get all dese yer hosses loose, caperin' permiscus round dis yer lot and down to de wood dar, and I spec Mas'r won't be off in a hurry." Andy grinned.
Kittridge to Miss Roxy, as they both were drawn to the door by the outcry; "here's this child won't have decent every-day clothes put on her, she must be kept dressed up like a princess. Now, that ar's French calico!" said Mrs.
Raising myself on the instant, I could see a greenish-looking object just disappearing over the spur of a ridge. It was a vidette, who had fired and run in. "Do you think they are any of our people?" "That 'ar's one of our kump'ny, Cap'n; I seed the green on his cap," said Lincoln. I galloped to the front. Twing was just detaching a small party to reconnoitre.
Didn't I see which way the wind blew dis yer mornin'? Didn't I see what Missis wanted, though she never let on? Dat ar's bobservation, Andy. I 'spects it's what you may call a faculty. Faculties is different in different peoples, but cultivation of 'em goes a great way." "I guess if I hadn't helped your bobservation dis mornin', yer wouldn't have seen your way so smart," said Andy.
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Come, now, can't you jest tramp over to Pennel's and tell Sally I want her?" "Not I, mother. There ain't but two gals in two miles square here, and I ain't a-goin' to be the feller to shoo 'em apart. What's the use of bein' gals, and young, and putty, if they can't get together and talk about their new gownds and the fellers? That ar's what gals is for."
"Larn dat gal ter keep a civil tongue in her yaller head if yer want peace an' composion," said Clo. "Dat ar's religion wid a vengeance," cried Vic; "a callin' names is pretty piety, ain't it! I'll jis' see what Elder Brown says ter dat ar de bery next time I sees him." "Oh, yes!" said Clo, contemptuous; "yer allers glad ob a 'casion ter gabble!
"That ar's what ye may call emphasis," said Marks, poking Haley in the side, and going into another small giggle. "An't Tom peculiar? he! he! I say, Tom, I s'pect you make 'em understand, for all niggers' heads is woolly. They don't never have no doubt o' your meaning, Tom. If you an't the devil, Tom, you 's his twin brother, I'll say that for ye!"
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