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'Course, ever' marster warnt as free handed as our'n was. "I warnt learnt nothin' in no book. Don't think I'd a-took to it, nowhow. Dey learnt de house servants to read. Us fiel' han's never knowed nothin' 'cept weather an' dirt an' to weigh cotton. Us was learnt to figger a little, but dat's all.
He seemed to be considerably bothered, however, in making up the proper count. Aunt Sarah discovered him, and said: "'Ham, what are you doing? I tell you, dis am a big family dat's all. "Old Martha, who was attending the table, spoke to Ham in her usual way, saying: "Ham, you jes' git out, you ole fool; go to de kitchen, whar you belongs.
Doret took the hero of the day by the arm and led him to the rear of the store, where he bedded him on a pile of flour sacks, but he had hardly returned to the bar when Lee came veering out of the dimness, making for the light like a ship tacking towards a beacon. "What kind of flour is that?" he spluttered. "Dat's just plain w'eat flour."
"Dat's his mark, an' he's plannin' some mischief. It's a warnin' to us all. We nebber should hab come to sich a place as dis." The Colonel listened with considerable amusement to what was being said. At length, however, he stepped forward and laid his right hand upon the fish. With a cry of fear Mammy sprang to his side. "Doan touch 'em! Doan touch 'em!" she shrieked. "It ain't safe!
But dem numbers didn't mean nothin'. I'd say, "two, four, six, eight, ten tek dat ball, Homer, an' go roun' the end." Dat's de only sort of signals dem niggers could learn and sometimes dey missed dem. Dat's de reason we got beat and dem Tuskegee niggers got all my money. Mr. Williams, I'm jus' as nickless as a ha'nt. Can't you lem' me two bits til' Sadday night, please suh?
'Bon; dat's good for you, my bully boy, said Baptiste, a wiry little French-Canadian, Sandy's sworn ally and devoted admirer ever since the day when the big Scotsman, under great provocation, had knocked him clean off the dump into the river and then jumped in for him. It was not till afterwards I learned the cause of Sandy's sudden wrath which urged him to such unwonted length of speech.
"But you are certainly mistaken," said I, picking it up; "you see these joints are riveted with iron as large as my finger, and it could never be taken off over one's head." "But we knows; dat's Uncle Tim's collar. An' he crawled off in dat fence-corner," pointing to the spot, "an' died thar, an' Massa George had his head cut off to get de iron off."
And when dat guy talks like a dude, like they all say you do, well, who's it going to be if it ain't youse? So quit yer kiddin', Sam, and let's get down to business. 'Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr Buck MacGinnis? I said. I felt convinced that this could be no other than that celebrity. 'Dat's right. Dere's no need to keep up anyt'ing wit me, Sam.
He was wonderfully agile, for his arms were nearly as long as his legs. In an instant he descended, drawing a trap-door after him. Then he sauntered to the door, which he opened wide. A troop of horsemen were coming single file by a path which led near the cabin, and the foremost asked in a voice which the negro recognized as that of Lieutenant Whately, "Is that you, Chunk?" "Dat's me, mars'r.
This prospect was rather too much for the simple comprehension of the unlettered negro boy, and he only rolled the whites of his eyes in mute astonishment. "I've studied it all out, Cyd, and I know where to go, and how to get there." "Yes, Dandy, you knows ebery ting, and I'll foller you to de end ob de world dat's de truf," added Cyd. "And Lily will go with us." "Lily?"
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