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"My lan', Mars Tom, I never knowed dey was so much TO de beas'. No, sir, I never had no idea of it, and dat's de fac'." "There's more to him, by a long sight, than there is to any other cretur, man or beast, in proportion to size. He's the interestingest of them all. People have so much to say about an ant's strength, and an elephant's, and a locomotive's. Shucks, they don't begin with a flea.
Sykes, you've paid Cresswell about a thousand dollars in the last ten years. How large is your place?" "About twenty acres." "And what were you to pay for it?" "Four hundred." "Have you got the deed?" "Yes'm, but I ain't finished paying yet; de Cunnel say as how I owes him two hundred dollars still, and I can't see it. Dat's why I come over here to talk wid you." "Where is the deed?"
'Perault, dat's fonee ting, he say. 'Where dose can' meat, eh? By gar! days so, de bear he can' eat dose can' meat, not moche!" "Not likely, not bein' a goat," put in Ike drily. "Well, we look aroun' ver' close, no scratch, no track. By gar! days no bear, for sure dat's one bear on two leg." "I think," said Sinclair gravely, "that there is no doubt of that. The question is, who did it?
"Aw, go on!" said Rhoda Gray, alias Gypsy Nan, deprecatingly. "Dat don't prove nothin'! I'd have done as much for a stray cat if de bulls was chasm' her. See? I told youse once youse had de wrong number. She didn't leave no address. Dat's flat, an' dat's de end of it." "I'm sorry," said the Adventurer gravely. "Perhaps I haven't made out a good enough case.
A door and a window faced the creek, a window of tiny panes, a door that stood partly open, sagging forlornly upon its hinges. "Is that the house?" Thompson asked. It seemed to him scarcely credible. He suspected his guides, as he had before suspected them, of some rude jest at his expense. "Dat's heem," Breyette answered. "Let's tak' leetle more close look on heem."
Nelson does come here, you be sure to put on your white apron before you open the door; and for pity sake don't forget the card-tray! You ought to know better than to stick out your hand for a lady's calling-card. I told you about that last week." Aunt Melvy paused in her dusting and chuckled: "Lor', honey, dat's right! You orter put on airs all de time, wid all de money de judge is got.
"So she would," said Andy; "but can't ye see through a ladder, ye black nigger? Missis don't want dis yer Mas'r Haley to get Lizy's boy; dat's de go!" "High!" said Sam, with an indescribable intonation, known only to those who have heard it among the negroes.
But one night a bunch o' uppity Niggers went to a 'tainment in Memorial Hall. Dey dressed deysef's fit to kill an' walked down de aisle an' took seats in de very front. Dey marched out de buildin' wid dey chins up an' lef' dem Niggers a-settin' in a empty hall. "Dat's de way it happen ever' time a Nigger tried to git too uppity.
When, however, someone asked for young Oliver, the inventor's only son, the reply was by no means so definite, although the smile was a trifle broader and the bow, if anything, a little more profound. "Marse Oliver, did you say, sah? Dat's a difficult question, sah.
But somebody better pen dis yer nigger boy up w'en I'm on de town I kin tell you dat." "DEY tells me you done jine de chu'ch," said Uncle Remus to Pegleg Charley. "Yes, sir," responded Charley, gravely, "dat's so." "Well, I'm mighty glad er dat," remarked Uncle Remus, with unction. "It's 'bout time dat I wuz spectin' fer ter hear un you in de chain-gang, an', stidder dat, hit's de chu'ch.
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