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Dey'll last longer dan mine by eight or ten hinches if not more." "Your jokes are small, Ebony, which is more than can be said for your mouth. Shut it, man, or some of us'll go tumblin' into it by accident."
Why when I furst don' see dem Beaucaire gals dey wus just infants. Dey'll sure believe ol' Pete." "Well, we can only try our best. Have you any conveyance here?" "Any whut, sah?" "Any wheeled vehicle in which we can ride to Beaucaire, and by means of which we can bring the women back? The distance is too far to walk." "I'se got a sorter khart, an' an ol' muel, sah. Dey's out yonder in de bush."
All he was able to say was, "That broth smells very nice, Jenifer." "Yissah. Dar ain't nuffin in dat sup buh a quart a thick cream, and de squeezin's of a hunerd clams, sah. Dat sup will make de angels sorry dey died. Dey'll just tink you'se dreful unkine not to offer dem a secon' help. Buh doan yo' do it, sah, foh when dey gits to dem prayhens, dey'll be pow'ful glad yo' didn't."
'Tain't no use, t'ain't no use! Dey'll hab dere will fust er last, one way er anudder, shore!" Without uncovering her head, the sobbing woman turned and walked out of the room, across the porch and down the path to the gate.
"Johanna, of course, if I stay here I shall keep entirely out of Mrs. Ravenel's sight, or " The girl made a despairing gesture that brought John's frown again. "Why, what?" he asked with a perplexed smile. "Law! Mr. Mahch, you cayn't all of a sudden do dat; dey'll on'y talk wuss." "Well, Johanna I'm not going to try it. I'm going to take the express train this evening."
"But dere's a chorus," said Moses, looking round doubtfully. "What o' that? We'll do our best with it if it ain't too difficult." "Oh, it's not diffikilt, but if de lazy fellers among you sings de chorus dey'll be singin' lies, an' I don't 'zackly like to help men to tell lies. Howseber, here goes. It begins wid de chorus so's you may know it afore you has to sing it."
"Lordy, chile, dey's thousan's, an' thousan's er Yankees des over dat little hill dar dey'll kill every one er you all!" "I reckon not, Mammy," Ned called, hurrying on. She ran after him, still crying: "For Gawd's sake, come back here, honey dey kill ye sho!"
"Have you heard anything hinted of the manner in which they intend to dispose of you?" "Not much, but I consates dat I knows. Dey'll just make me dar chief, if I'll stay wid 'em, and I's bout 'cluded dat I would, just so dat I can pay 'em for dis trick." "Have they made the proposition yet?" asked George, feeling a strange impulse to amuse himself. "Well, 'bout as good.
Seating myself on a rosin barrel, I quietly finished my cigar, and was about lighting another, when Jim made his appearance. 'Beg pardon, Massa K , said the negro, bowing very low, 'but I wants to ax you one or two tings, ef you please, sar. 'Well, I replied, 'I'll answer any thing that I ought to. 'Der yer tink, den, massa, dat dey'll git to fightin' at Charls'on?
"Bress yuh, Marse Arnold, I ain't thinkin' nuffen. Like es not hit's bofe. When one sperrit gits oneasy 'pears like he stir up all de odders. Dey gets so lonely like lyin' all by dereselves in de grave dat dey're 'most crazy for company. An' when dey cayn't get each odder dey'll take humans. De human what's consorted wid a gohs, Marse Arnold, he's nebber hisself no moah.
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