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"Gabe," said the governor to an old colored man, "I understand that you have been ousted from your position of Sunday-school superintendent." "Yes, sah, da figured aroun' till da got me out. II was all a piece of political work, though; and I doan see why de law of de lan' doan prevent de Sunday-schools an' churches from takin' up political matters!" "How did politics get you out?"
"Never mind, Chris; they won't do nothin' to ye," said Jenkins, grinning at him good-naturedly from the door. "Ah doan give a hoot in hell what they do," said Chrisfield again. He lay back in his bunk and looked at the ceiling. The barracks was full of a bustle of cleaning up. Judkins was sweeping the floor with a broom made of dry sticks.
Lindy, faithful servant to the end, held the wasted hands of her mistress against the violence they would have done. Lindy held them, her own body rocking with grief, her lips murmuring endearments, prayers, supplications. "Miss Sally, honey, doan you know Lindy? Gawd'll let you git well, Miss Sally, Gawd'll let you git well, honey, ter see Marse Nick ter see Marse Nick "
I ate heartily for a while, but after two or three slices of the bacon, I was fed up on it. She hadn't cooked enough of the grease out of it. I began feeding this bacon to a pickininny who sat beside me. "Man, don't give away your meat," the mammy said. I told her that I had had all I wanted. Then she said to the pickininny: "Child, doan eat that meat. Save it foh you papa when he come home."
"Who dat, Topsy?" he demanded. "Oh, she was a little nigger girl that became very famous," I explained. "Doan' know nuffin' 'bout no Topsy," he said, shaking his head. "We ain' niggers, eider, yo' know, me an' him ain't. We's statulary." "What?" I cried. The word seemed new. "Statulary," he continued. "We was carved, we was. There ain't nothin' borned 'bout us. Never knowed who pap was.
"I doan no what dat is, sar." "I mean is she pretty?" "Yas, sar, dat she is. It is gin out dat she is de puttiest 'oman in dis settlement, and I git so tired taking horses ob gemmen dat cum to see her." "Then I expect she is bethrothed." "I doan no 'bout dat, but she ses dat de rite gemman hab not cum yit." "I must go down now, the Colonel may be waiting for me. Here is a dollar for you.
Sid annoyed Sam by calling loudly: "Doan yer stay too late ter dat party. Ef ye do I'll hatter sing fur ye "Run, nigger, run, de patterole ketch you. Nigger run, de nigger flew, De nigger loss his best ole shoe! Run, nigger, run. Run, nigger, run. Run, nigger, run." Sam waved his arm in a long laugh. "Dey won't git me, chile. I'se er conjur man, I is!"
Chunk, who was stuffing a chicken and cornbread into a haversack, reassured her. "Doan you worry, Miss Lou," he said. "Dis yere chicken gwine ter foller 'im right slam troo eberyting till hit cotch up," and he galloped after his new "boss" in a way to make good his words. Miss Lou sank wearily on the doorstep of Aun' Jinkey's cabin where the reader first made her acquaintance.
"Dat's him," Jemima whispered hoarsely, behind her hand, "what'll I do? Doan' let him come in. I'll " St. George moved past her and pushed back the door. Colonel Rutter stood outside. The two men looked into each other's faces.
Ben run out 'n de woods, and fell down on his knees in de road right in front er Mars Marrabo. Mars Marrabo had to pull on de lines an' hoi' de hoss up ter keep 'im f'um runnin' ober Ben. "'Git out'n de road, you fool nigger, says Mars Marrabo, 'does yer wanter git run ober? Whose nigger is you, anyhow? "I's yo' nigger, Mars Marrabo; doan yer know Ben, w'at runned erway?
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