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"Why de lady and childen dat come to my cabin was from New Orleans too," observed the old negro. "You say you don't know de name?" remarked Elsy. "No, I forget," she answered; "but what name did your mistis hab?" "Dey was name Wentworth," she replied. "Wantworth Wentworth," repeated the old woman. "No, dat don't sound like de name ob de lady, but may be I forget.
"What bring you to Jackson?" continued the old woman. Elsy repeated the tale she had told Dr. Humphries and Alfred, and after she had concluded, the old woman clasped her hands as she exclaimed, "Sake alibe! what become ob your mistis and de childen?" "I don't know, Auntie, but my New Orleans mass'r is here now, and I's been looking for dem."
Some call him oolang-ootang, some say led golilla. One kind belly big belly bad he call mias lombi. He cally away women, childen; take 'em up into top ob de highest tallee tlee. Nobody know what he do then. Eat 'em up may be. What fol else he want 'em? Ah! Cappen Ledwad, we dlead de oolang-Dyak. He no half dang'lous like oolang-ootang led golilla."
The princess frowned at her and said: "Mees Lambart will find them. Is it not, Mees Lambart?" "I shall be charmed to try, Highness," said Miss Lambart readily. "Do nod indervere! I veel zose childen vind myzelf!" snapped the baroness. The princess rose, still quivering a little from the conflict, but glowing with the joy of victory. At the door she paused to say: "And I want them soon at once."
"Have you got any childen?" "One boy in America." "Sensible fellow a man's better off there." "You'd think so but he's always writing for money, the rascal! He's married, too. When he went away, I said to him, 'Friedel, I said, 'good luck to you, and take care of yourself; do whatever you like but if you marry, there'll be trouble. Well, now he's got himself into it. Say, were you ever married?"
He must send the children with the messenger In a sort of desperation, "Cahn you dem childen take to de house across de lake, and pring back Mrs. Callan? Tell her Marta Van Trumper need her right now mooch very kvick." The Indian nodded. Then the father hesitated, but a glance at the Indian was enough.
What was de leetle gal name?" she added. "Ella," replied Elsy. "Dat's it," exclaimed the old negro, "dat's de berry name!" "Den it was my mistis and her childen," answered Elsy, "and you say de police take her to prison for stealin." "Yes, gal," she answered, "dey take her away from de dead body ob her chile and take her to prison for stealin."
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