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"Solomon did n' knowed de w'ite man at fus', 'tel de w'ite man spoke up ter 'im. "'Is dat you, Solomon? sezee. "Den Solomon reco'nized de voice. "'Fer de Lawd's sake, Mars Jeems! is dat you? "'Yas, Solomon, sez his marster, 'dis is me, er w'at's lef er me.
Rising and standing at a window, and parting the pink and blue morning-glories which overhung it in dew-dipped freshness, Saunders looked down into the yard. He saw Aunt Maria, Zeke's portly wife, approach from the kitchen door and begin to fill her apron with the chips his ax had strewn upon the ground. "You go on en ring dat fus' breakfus'-bell, Zeke," she said, peremptorily.
En Mars Dugal' made 'nuff money off'n Henry ter buy anudder plantation ober on Beaver Crick. "But 'long 'bout de een' er dat five year dey come a stranger ter stop at de plantation. De fus' day he 'uz dere he went out wid Mars Dugal' en spent all de mawnin' lookin' ober de vimya'd, en atter dinner dey spent all de evenin' playin' kya'ds.
Whut you know 'bout mekin' a fortune? Ain't you a Ha'ison? De Ha'isons nevah was no buyin' an' sellin', mekin' an' tradin' fambly. Dey was gent'men an' ladies f'om de ve'y fus' beginnin'." "Oh what a pity one cannot sell one's quality for daily bread, or trade off one's blue blood for black coffee." "Miss Mime, is you out o' yo' haid?" asked Mammy Peggy in disgust and horror.
It seems to be the theory of all military usages, in fact, that soldiers are to be treated like children; and these singular persons, who never know their own age till they are past middle life, and then choose a birthday with such precision, "Fifty year old, Sah, de fus' last April," prolong the privilege of childhood.
W'en he pick' 'isse'f up, Sally had gone kitin' down de tu'n-row, en de mule wuz stan'in' dere lookin' ez ca'm en peaceful ez a Sunday mawnin'. "Fus' Dan had 'lowed it wuz de oberseah w'at had cotch' 'im wastin' 'is time. But dey wa'n't no oberseah in sight, so he 'cluded it must 'a' be'n de mule. So he pitch' inter de mule en lammed 'im ez ha'd ez he could.
"Good! good!" cried Captain Spingler, who desires the Irish vote for country clerk; "that's fus' rate." "You see what I'm drivin at, don't you, Cap?" I said. "Certainly." "Well," I ansered, "I'm very glad you do, becaus I don't." This made the Finians larf, and they said, "Walk up onto the speaker's platform sir."
Norf, reckon; well you jes be gwine back Norf de fus boat, an dat's de bery bes' advice dis yere nigger can guv." "But what do you know about Dr. Killmany." "I knows dis yere, masser: he mos'ly sends dem ar' as ar' doctored by him to dar homes in a box!" Mr. Walker shuddered. "I don't want your advice," he said directly; "I only want to know where Dr. Killmany lives."
Brer Wolf, he bin tuck up by de patter-rollers 'fo' now, en he mighty skeer'd un um, en fus news you know, yer come Brer Rabbit hollerin' en tellin' Brer Wolf dat de patter-rollers comin'. "'You run en hide, Brer Wolf, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en I'll stay yer en take keer er de cow twel you gits back, sezee.
Dat war de fus' race dat Challenger lost dat season, but I didn' put him t'roo' his best paces, for I t'ought likely dar might be need ob tall runnin' dat night, an' I didn' want him to play out den. De colonel war mightily outed, fur de stakes was heavy, an' I was sorry 'nuff to see him lose.
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