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Well, one day I run 'way from plantashun and hunted 'til I filled a bucket full turtl' eggs den I takes dem ovah on river what I hears der's sum Yankee soljers and de soljers buyed my eggs and hepped me on board de boat. Den Marse Ben, he wuz Yankee ofser, tol 'em he take cair me and he did.
"Oh, sinners, yer may stan' dar er laffin', Wile de res' uv us er quaffin' Uv de streams wich de win's is er waffin' Right fresh fum de heb'nly sho'. "But, min', der's er day is er comin', Wen yer'll hyear a mighty pow'ful hummin'; Wen dem angels is er blowin' an' er drummin', In de awful jedgment day.
"Der's a time for trade, and a time for gib, and you must do de genteel t'ing, and nebber consider wha's de 'spense of it, or de profit. De nigger hab he task in de cornfiel', and he hab for do um; but 'spose maussa wants he nigger to do somet'ing dat aint in he task dat's to say in de nigger own time wha' den? He pays um han'some for it.
Der's nine haid o' us, but we's de oniest boys. De yethers ain' nothin' but gurls." "And how old are you!" "I'se nine I reckons." "And what is your name?" "My name Gus, sah." "That's only HALF a name. Your whole name is really Augustus remember." The "Massa Captain's" voice boomed with the sound of the sea. Augustus and his brothers were duly impressed.
The sentry stopped. "How many 'longin' to de Lamars? 'Bout as many as der's dam' Yankees in Richmond 'baccy-houses!" Something in Dave's shrewd, whitish eye warned him off. "Ki yi! yer white nigger, yer!" he chuckled, shuffling down the stubble.
The pale purple mist was gone from the North; the ridge behind which love, freedom waited, struck black across the sky, a wall of iron. He looked at it drearily. Utterly alone: he had always been alone. He got up at last, with a sigh. "It's a big world," with a bitter chuckle, "but der's no room in it fur poor Ben."
"Now, dar, Tom's down wal, course der's room for some nigger to be up and why not dis nigger? dat's de idee. Tom, a ridin' round de country boots blacked pass in his pocket all grand as Cuffee but who he? Now, why shouldn't Sam? dat's what I want to know." "Halloo, Sam O Sam! Mas'r wants you to cotch Bill and Jerry," said Andy, cutting short Sam's soliloquy. "High! what's afoot now, young un?"
I heard de trial was to come off to-morrow, and but for de rheumatiz, de keys would have been ready a week ago. You know, Mars' Emile, old Peter part Affikin, and what he can't do, no udder nigger need try. He, he, he!" "But where are you going?" interrupted Emile. "Well, Mars' Emile, der's a blockader lying off de Bar. I'se gwine to take you to it." Emile shuddered. "Nebber fear.
Well, well, I knows dey's all agin her, po' chile. Wot foolishness it all am! I once jam my ban' in de do' s'pose I went on jamin' for eber. Der's no use ob der lookin' glum at me, fer dat young man's gwine ter hab all her cakes he wants. I won'er if Missy Mara got de same 'plaint as Missy Ella. She bery deep, an' won' let on, eben ter her ole nuss.
He was allers bery fond o' takin' peepil by surprise. Nebber say die, Massa Benjy, s'long's der's a shot in de locker." At any other time Benjy would have laughed at the poor cook's efforts to console him, but he only turned away with a sigh. Two days after that the Eskimos of Poloe were assembled on the beach making preparations to go off on a seal hunt.
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