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Regulus stirred, groaned, and struggled into a sitting posture. "Lie down again!" ordered Darkeih. "We 's all on de way to Heaben, but if nigger shake de boat, we'll get dere befo' de Lawd ready for us. Lie down!" Regulus, muttering to himself, looked stupidly about him, then dropped his head back into her lap. In three minutes he was snoring.
Joy was de greatest tief on all dese tree plantations of missus; he stole more chicken, and corn, and backey, dan his great bull neck was worth, and when he ran off, missus wouldn't let no one look for him. Joy in Heaben, eh; and Sorrow nebber go dere! Well, I clare now!
And now judge her, Dinah, looking on her pure brow, and remembering her past life, is she a girl likely to have been 'led astray, as you call it?" "No, 'fore my 'Vine Marster in heaben, aint she? As I 'members ob de time anybody had a-breaved a s'picion ob Miss Nora, I'd jest up'd an' boxed deir years for 'em good 'deed me! But what staggers of me, honey, is dat!
You remember the old darkey song, "Wisht I was in Heaben, settin' down"? Well that was my one ambition and I about realized it when I got up here to Mrs. Heath's and she put me in a hammock in a quiet corner of the porch and made me keep blissfully still for two whole days. The air is just as bracing, the hills are just as green, and the lights and shadows dance over the harbor just as of old.
Oh, gib us of yo' ile When de Bridegroom come; Oh, gib us of yo' ile When de Bridegroom come; Fo' you'll nebber get to heaben When de Bridegroom come; No, you'll nebber get to heaben When de Bridegroom come; Aless you's ile a-plenty When de Bridegroom come; Aless you's ile a-plenty When de Bridegroom come." In the midst of the singing a voice called out from the tree-tops,
She's in lub, an' when a pusson's in lub, she's so near to heaben dat she doan pay much heed to what's goin' on 'round her. An' dat's de way wif Missie Jean." Of all this excitement and innocent deception Jean was totally unaware. Part of the morning she played with the little Indian child along the shore, and rambling in the woods a short distance from the house.
What onder de sun should I go dere for to be froze to defth, or to be voured by wild beasts? Massa, I won't go nowhere widout dear missus goes. "'I mean Heaben, he said, 'where all are free and all equal; where joy is, and sorrow enters not. "'What, sais I, 'Joy in Heaben? I don't believe one word of it.
Yah, yah, yah, Massa, you is foolin' dis here niggar now, I know you is when you say Joy is dead, and gone to Heaben, and dis child is shot out for ebber.
Oh, God! that he should be far away, and I be here gazing on the dead body of my child dead through my neglect to procure her proper medical attendance; dead through the destitution of her mother." "Nebber mind, missis," observed the old negro soothingly, "De chile is gone to heaben, whar it wont suffer any more." "Peace!" exclaimed Mrs. Wentworth passionately. "Do not talk to me of Heaven.
"No, I's jes collectin' ob my grave-clothes," said Gordon Lee. "Dere's a pair ob purple socks in de bottom drawer, an' a b'iled shirt in de wardrobe. But I been layin' heah steddyin' 'bout dat shirt. Hit's got Marse Jim's name on de tail of it, an' s'pose I git to heaben, an' St. Peter he read de name an' look hit up in de jedgment book.
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