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Sez I, 'Crack your whip and go ahead! You know how, seeing you is the offspring of a Yankee overseer, what my marster, Gin'l Darrington, had 'rested for beating one of our wimen, on our 'Bend' plantation. You and your pa is as much alike, as two shrivelled cow peas out'en one pod. Fetch your cunstable, and help yourselves."
No, sah, nebah saw Gin'l Wash'tun, but heah ob him, sah: he fout wid de British, sah, an' gain de vic'try at New Orleans, sah." "That was General Jackson, uncle." "No, sah! Gin'l Jackson mout ha' ben thar, but Gin'l Wash'tun, he hab a han' in it. Yes, sah, I'se de fust settlah, sah: was in St.
"He de finest horse from de Mount Vernon stud, but he great villain, jus' de same. He so obstropolus when he hear de guns dat the gin'l kian't use him, an' has tu ride ole Nelson when dyars gwine tu be any fightin'." Janice leaned forward and kissed the "great villain" on his soft nose, and then turned to find the general standing in the doorway watching her.
"Yas, suh; yas, suh," replied Jerry, as he backed out of the presence, adding, when he had reached the hall: "Dere ain' no change fer Jerry dis time, sho': I'll jes' make dat fo' cocktails, an' de gin'l won't never know de diffe'nce. I ain' gwine 'cross de road fer nothin', not ef I knows it." Half an hour later, the conspirators dispersed.
"Tryin' to make a livin', and it keeps me bizzy, for lans is poor, and seasons is most ginerally agin crops." "How long have you been farming?" "Only sence I got mashed up more 'an a year ago on the railroad." "In what capacity did you serve when working on the road?" "I was fireman under ingeneer Walker on the lokymotive 'Gin'l Borygyard, what most ginerally hauled Freight No. 2.
When I went to the polls, old Sam Brown, the triflingest nigger in town, whom I had seen sentenced to jail more than once for stealing old Sam Brown was next to me in the line. "'Well, Gin'l, he said, 'I'm glad you is got on de right side at las', an' is gwine to vote our ticket." "This was too much! I could stand the other party in the abstract, but not in the concrete.
Brown's, I get my liquor there, and tell them to send me three glasses of my special mixture. And, Jerry, you may keep the change!" "Thank y', gin'l, thank y', marster," replied Jerry, with unctuous gratitude, bending almost double as he backed out of the room. "Dat's a gent'eman, a rale ole-time gent'eman," he said to himself when he had closed the door.
"Dey ain't no plume in his hat an' dey ain't no banjo man wid him. Nasah. Tain't Gin'l Stuart." "All right. Pull up a stool." "Yassah!" Sam unfolded a camp stool and placed it at the table. A sentinel approached and called: "Senator William C. Rives of the Confederate Congress to see General Lee." Taylor rose. "Show him in."
Though still a porter, he was also a hero, and wore his aureole. "Jerry," said the general kindly, "the white people are very much pleased with the assistance you have given them in apprehending this scoundrel Campbell. You have rendered a great public service, Jerry, and we wish you to know that it is appreciated." "Thank y', gin'l, thank y', suh!
He jus' went offen his head when Ku'nel Forrest's guns wuz a-bustin' de Hessians all to pieces dis mornin', an' de way he dun arch his neck an' swish his tail when Gin'l Howe give up his sword made de enemy stare." "You'll purvey my compliments to his Highness, Mr.
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