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The gentlemen were about concluding to alight where they were, when Mr. Middleton was heard calling out, "Ho, thar, driver, don’t run agin that ar ox-cart; turn a leetle to the right, can’t ye? Now be keerful and not run afoul of the plaguey lye leech. I b’lieve the niggers would move the hut, Josh and all, into the yard, if they could only make a raise!" Mr.
"There always is. No wan has gone fr'm Arrchey r-road, where th' voters ar-re made. I've looked ar- round ivry mornin' expectin' to miss some familyar faces. I thought Dorgan, th' plumber, wud go sure, but he give it up at th' las' moment, an' will spind his summer on th' dhrainage canal.
"Sorrow, what have you got for us to-day?" "There is the moose-meat, Massa." "Let that hang over the stern, we shall get tired of it." "Den, Massa, dar is de Jesuit-priest; by golly, Massa, dat is a funny name. Yah, yah, yah! dis here niggar was took in dat time. Dat ar a fac." "Well, the turkey had better hang over too." "Sposin' I git you fish dinner to-day, Massa?" "What have you got?"
"If we only could keep up to that ar'!" said Tom; "it seemed to come so natural to him, and we have to fight so hard for 't! O Lord, help us! O blessed Lord Jesus, do help us!" "Missis," said Tom, after a while, "I can see that, some how, you're quite 'bove me in everything; but there's one thing Missis might learn even from poor Tom.
Kittridge, holding up the controverted blue dress, "and that ar never cost a cent under five-and-sixpence a yard; it takes a yard and a half to make it, and it must have been a good day's work to make it up; call that three-and-sixpence more, and with them pearl buttons and thread and all, that ar dress never cost less than a dollar and seventy-five, and here she's goin' to run out every day in it!"
Lacey sat by her father and paid him every possible attention. "Will you take soup, Mr. Middleton?" asked Mrs. Crane. "What kind of soup? Beef soup, or mud turkle?" "It is vermicelli," said Mrs. Crane, hardly able to keep her face straight. "Vermifuge—vermifuge," repeated Mr. Middleton. "That’s almighty queer stuff to make soup on. No. I’m ’bleeged to you; I ain’t in need of that ar medicine."
I did eat dat ar' apple, I eat de whole tree, an' swallowed ebery bit ob it, if you say so." And this very thorough profession of faith was followed, on the part of Candace, by years of the most strenuous orthodoxy. Her general mode of expressing her mind on the subject was short and definitive. "Law me! what's de use? I's set out to b'liebe de Catechize, an' I'm gwine to bliebe it, so!"
It allers seemed ter me dat I wouldn't ax fer nothin' better." "But what yer gwine ter do wid de ole house?" asked Eliab. "Wal, Bre'er Liab," said Nimbus with a queer grimace, "I kinder 'llowed dat I'd ler you hab dat ar ter do wid jes 'bout ez yer like." "Oh, Bre'er Nimbus, yer don't mean dat now?" "Don't I? wal, you jes see ef I don't.
The judge asked the cause of their difference, when the foreman answered with great simplicity, "Why, Judge, this 'ere's the difficulty: the jury wants to know whether that 'ar what you told us, when we went out, was r'aly the law, or whether it was on'y jist your notion."
Oh, poor children!" "Well, if ever I see such a young un as that," soliloquized Miss Roxy from the chamber-window; "there they be, dancin' and giggitin' about; they'll have the boat upset in a minit, and the sharks are waitin' for 'em, no doubt. I b'lieve that ar young un's helped by the Evil One, not a boat round, else I'd push off after 'em.
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