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"I left de village one hot afternoon, and walked all de way t'rough de woods to get to de cabin to help dem poor folks. We had mighty hard times. I catched a cold and couldn't shtop my dunderin' nose one night when it wanted to shneeze, and dat's de way de Shawnee catched me.
Jim then drew near to her and, glancing cautiously towards the not very distant piazza, upon which his mistress happened at the moment to be standing, he whispered, "Dey's done ketched him." "K-k-ketched who?" stammered Mammy fiercely. "Mas' Sedley, dat's who," Jim answered doggedly. "How you know? I don't b'lieve a word on it." "Anyhow, dey's done done it." "Ho' come you know so much 'bout it?"
Why dis berry curous sarcumstance, pon my word dare's a great big nail in de skull, what fastens ob it on to de tree." "Well now, Jupiter, do exactly as I tell you do you hear?" "Yes, massa." "Pay attention, then! find the left eye of the skull." "Hum! hoo! dat's good! why dare aint no eye lef at all." "Curse your stupidity! do you know your right hand from your left?"
An' de way he treated his house-girl, pore thing, I don't wonder dat it war dark wid him." "O, I guess," said Robert, "that the Bible is all right, but some of these church folks don't get the right hang of it." "May be dat's so," said Aunt Linda. "But I allers wanted to learn how to read.
Keep moving, boy! Dat's it! One more turn! Hurrah! Hurrah!" The Lilly had been ordered to proceed direct to Jamaica. She was already in the latitude of the West Indies, and might expect to get into Port Royal in the course of six or eight days. Hitherto the weather had been remarkably fine, though the wind had been generally light. There was now, however, a dead calm.
But where shall we put him? He can't lie here." "Marse Hesden, does yer mind de loft ober de ole dinin'-room, whar we all used ter play ob a Sunday?" "Of course, I've got my tobacco bulked down there now," was the answer. "Dat's de place, Marse Hesden!" "But there's no way to get in there except by a ladder," said Hesden. "So much de better. You gits de ladder, an' I brings 'Liab."
Three uv 'em he 'moved from me to a better worl'. Not as I'm a man what'd wanter be sackerligious; but 'pears to me dar was mo' wuk fur 'em to do in dis hyer dark worl' er sin dan in de realms er glory. I may be wrong, but dat's how it seem to a pore nigger like me." "The Government won't pay for yer wife, Matt," said the owner of the market waggon. "Dat dey won't, en dat dey cayn't," said Matt.
If dis is de way dat matters is a-gwine, what am goin' to 'come of de darkies? Whar am dey gwine? What am gwine to 'come ob Marfa and Ham? Dat's what am worryin' us. "'Well, Ham, you need not worry about that. You will be taken care of. I will see to that. "Just then Aunt Martha came into the house, and hearing the conversation, the good old woman became greatly excited.
"But I tell you I ain't bruk it!" "That's what I said." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she flared; "you says I ain't, but when you says I ain't, you means I is, an' when you says I is, you means I ain't. Dat's de sort o' flapjack I's wuckin' fur!" The woman flirted out of the dining-room, and the old gentleman drew another long breath, glad it was over.
He had appeared at dinner that night, a short, wooden-faced man, with no more conversation than Hargate. Jimmy had paid little attention to the newcomer. "What about him?" he said. "He's a sleut', boss." "A what?" "A sleut'." "A detective?" "Dat's right. A fly cop." "What makes you think that?" "T'ink! Why, I can tell dem by deir eyes an' deir feet, an' de whole of dem.
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