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H'yer we is Sally an' me an' Bob an' Mariar an' Bill an' Jim an' Sally junior an' fo' God I can't get fru de roll-call alone. Sally, you jest interduce Cousin Nimbus ter de rest ob dis family, will yer?" Sure enough, on coming to the gate, Nimbus found Berry and Sally there with their numerous progeny, several bundles of clothing and a few household wares.
Maids and scrubwomen were at work under the patently nominal direction of another Pullman porter, who was profoundly enjoying his own affectation of being harassed with care. "Ev'ything got look spick an' span fo' the big doin's to-night," Bibbs's guide explained, chuckling. "Yessuh, we got big doin's to-night! Big doin's!"
"I'speck you moughter seen rocks in de water 'fo' now, whar dey git green en slipp'y," said Uncle Remus. The little boy had not only seen them, but had found them to be very dangerous to walk upon, and the old man continued: "Well, den, dish yer rock wuz mighty slick en mighty slantin'. Mr. Mud-Turkle, he'd crawl ter de top, en tu'n loose, en go a-sailin' down inter de water kersplash!
I've heard you-all was a riverman; what's to hinder yo' taking the pilot's place? Looks like yo' was willing to risk yo' life fo' Miss Malroy or you wouldn't be here." "I'm ready," said Carrington, his hand on the door. "No, you ain't jest yet," interposed the girl hastily. "Listen to me first.
The engineers' camp was only two or three miles distant. "You's boun' to find it," directed auntie, "if you don't keah nuffin 'bout de road, and go fo' de sun-down." A brisk gallop brought the riders in sight of the twinkling light of the camp, just as the stars came out. It lay in a little hollow, where a small stream ran through a sparse grove of young white oaks.
Drew was still half in the past. "What do I owe you more’n the thanks of a mighty tired man you’ve turned out brand new again?" He smiled and was suddenly all boy. "Foah bits, suh. An’ it was a pleasure to do fo’ a gentleman. It truly was. Come agin, suh—come, agin!" Drew went down the corridor, his spurs answering with a chiming ring each time his heels met planking.
"I was jes a little nigger when de War broke out 'bout fo' years ol', my white folks say. I had a sister an' three brudders. My mammy an' pappy was Mary Kennedy an' Lon Kennedy. My mammy was Mary Denham befo' she mar'ied. I was born an' raised at Mahned, Mississippi. Old Miss Bill Griffin was my missus. "De Yankees sho' come to our house yes sir, dey did.
"Between squeals they bit into that theah cyclone fo' all it was wuth, takin' great chunks out of it, swallowin' lightnin' and eatin' big mouthfuls of thundah just as if they laiked it. All the stuff the cyclone was bringin' along with it wa'n't anything to them. They swallowed it whole and pretty soon, you'd hahdly believe it, but theah wa'n't anything lef' of that cyclone at all.
Crenshaw, and I take it, too, it was before yours; he married a Beaufort." "So he did," said Crenshaw, "and there was one child, a daughter; she married a South Carolinian by the name of Turberville. I remember that, fo' they were married under the gallery in the hall. Great folks, those Turbervilles, rolling rich. My father was manager then fo' the general that was nearly forty years ago.
But I can't git it off now; I'm too cool. Wait tell I'm standin' in de pulpit on tip-toes, wid de sweat a-po'in' down de spine o' my back, an' fin' myse'f des one argimint short! Den look out fur de locomotive! "Won't yer," he added, after a pause "won't yer, please, sir, spell dat word out fur me slow tell I writes it down 'fo' I forgits it?"
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