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I'll just ask him to step up and look at you." "No, don't!" demanded Lloyd, as he started again toward the hall. "No, you sha'n't!" she insisted, springing up and stamping her foot. "I won't have the old doctah, and I won't take any of his nasty old medicine!
But she had a son born two or three months younger than me and she remember that I was born in December, 1847, but she had forgot the day of the month. "I was born down on the river bottom about four miles below Edwards' Ferry, on the Eight Mile Level, between Edwards' Ferry and Seneca. I belonged to ole Doctah White. He owned a lot o' lan down on de bottom. I dunno his first name.
Don't you see it is somebody's haid? And suah enough, every egg I took up had somebody's face on it, like those painted Eastah eggs; Rob's, and Phil's, and Malcolm's, and Doctah Bradford's, and evah so many I'd nevah seen befoah."
Now, sah, dere am some good voodoo doctahs 'roun' Annapolis, so Marse Truax, he done gwine to see, sah, what er voodoo can promise him fo' his rheumatiz. I'se a runnah, sah, for de smahtest ole voodoo doctah, sah, in de whole state ob Maryland." "Then you took Truax to a voodoo doctor tonight?" demanded Jack, almost contemptuously. "Yes, sah; yes, sah."
"Senator Milner, sah," he said, "Doctah Williams Atkinson of Delisleville has had de kindness to say he do me de favior to come yeah, sah, to tes'ify, sah " The large hat was removed by its owner with a fine sweep. "The old fellow thinks I can do his people a service, Senator," explained Dr. Atkinson.
'Well, he say, 'cose you un'erstan' now dat you is Sis' Jane Callender, caise you inhe'it huh name, an' when de doctah come to mek out de 'stiffycate, you mus' tell him dat Sis' Dicey Fairfax is de name of de diseased, an' it'll be all right, an' aftah dis you got to go by de name o' Jane Callender, caise it's a bus'ness name you done inhe'it. Well, dat's whut I done, an' dat's huccome I been Jane Callender in de bus'ness 'sactions, an' Dicey Fairfax at home.
Surtaine, to the proprietor of the stand. "Yas, suh." "Were you ever in St. Jo, Missouri?" "Yas, suh, Doctah Suhtaine; oncet." "For long?" "No, suh." "Didn't live there, did you?" "No, suh." "George," said his interlocutor impressively, "you're lucky." "Yas, suh," agreed the negro with a noncommittal grin.
"Nevah you min', honey Aunt Bettie'll have somethin' fur de occasion it's a shame dat doctah won't let Captain Gordon hab no pie nor nuthin', but makes him eat jest dem beat biscuits, when he likes de soft ones so much de best. I'll be ready, chile, on de day 'fore Christmas, so don' you worry yourse'f 'bout me." "But you mus'n't make him anything that is bad for him, Aunt Bettie.
He li'l sick, not much, but de doctah ain' 'low him out fer two weeks; an' 'mejutly at de en' er dat time he come an' git her an' den kin go on home wheres de canary bu'd is. Honey, you evah hyuh o' sich a foolishness? But de gyahd, he say de message gotter be ca'yied dass dataways." "Lan' name!" ejaculated the widow. "Who dat message to?" "Hit to a Dutch gal." "My Lawd!"
"How do you know me?" he said. "This is the first time I have been in Washington and I've not been here an hour." "I knowed you, Doctah Atkinson, sah, in Delisleville, Delisle County. Ev'ybody knowed you, Doctah! I was dar endurin' er de war. I was dar de time you you an' Judge De Willoughby passed shots 'bout dat Confed'ate flag." "What do you want?" said Dr. Atkinson, somewhat unsmilingly.
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