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I hain't no Solomon, nor yit among the prophets; but, mark my word, in twenty year from now, this'll be the gairden spot o' creation. A clock-tinkah frum Connecticut, whut wuz heah last spring, got sortah riled at us, an' said we Kaintucks wuz ez full o' brag ez ef we wuz fust cousins to the king of England; but, Lawd! hain't we got reason to brag?
Who ever heah he name 'fo' he come heah an' buy de place, an' move in de overseer house, an' charge we all eight hundred dollars for dis land, jes 'cause it got little piece o' bottom on it, an' forty-eight dollars rent besides, wid he ole stingy wife whar oon' even gi' 'way buttermilk!" An expression of mingled disgust and contempt concluded the reflection.
"I know it, I know it," said her husband at length, uneasily. "That is, about us having to walk up heah. That whut you mean?" "Yassir, that's whut I do mean, an' you know it." "Well, now, how kin I help it? We kain't take the only mewel we got and make the nigger stop wu'k. That ain't reasonable. Besides, you don't think Cunnel Blount is goin' to miss a pail o' melk now and then, do you?"
"You you white trash!" cried Mammy, bursting with indignation. "Who is you to come heah 'quiring fo' her! I ain't agwine " "Mammy!" "Yas'm! Yas, Miss Jinny." Mammy backed out of the door and clutched at her bandanna. "Mammy, what is all this noise about?" The torrent was loosed once more. "These heah men, Miss Jinny, was gwine f'r t' carry away all yo' pa's blongin's.
Arfter de war some one or nurr bought our place, but his name done kind o' slipped me. I nuver hearn on 'im befo'; I think dey's half-strainers. I don' ax none on 'em no odds. I lives down de road heah, a little piece, an' I jes' steps down of a evenin' and looks arfter de graves." "Well, where is Marse Chan?" I asked. "Hi! don' you know? Marse Chan, he went in de army. I was wid 'im.
"Is dis Mistah Gwynne, suh?" "Yes." "Come right in, suh, an' set down." He entered a small box of a hallway, opening upon a steep set of stairs. "Right in heah, suh," said the girl, throwing open a door at his left. As he walked into this room, he heard the servant shuffling up the staircase.
Come quick!" he cried. "What's the matter?" shouted Jack. "Somebody's blowed de place up, an' Mr. Roumann am killed!" was the answer. "Get Professor Henderson!" directed Jack, "Where is Mr. Roumann, Washington?" "In heah!" exclaimed the colored man, pointing to the shop. "He am all blowed to pieces!" Jack and Mark were terribly afraid. The smoke of the explosion hung all about.
An' I reckon I'd like a job with you, far as Siccane anyway." "You've got it, and after we reach Siccane, too, if you want one," replied Pan quickly. The deal was settled to the satisfaction of all concerned. "How aboot our pack hosses?" asked Blinky. "Course Charley will have to take his, but will we need ours? I mean will we have to pack them from heah?"
Marcia would have given a good deal to slip in beside David on the sofa and listen to the discussion. She wanted with all her heart to know how he would answer this man who could be so insufferably wise, but there was other work for her, and her attention was brought back to her own uncomfortable part by Hannah Heath’s voice: “Come right ovah heah, Mistah Skinnah, if you want to meet the bride.
"Well, Jack," suggested Eddring, trying not to smile, "why don't you walk across the bridge there, over into Arkansas, and get clear of this whole thing for good?" "Now, Mas' Edd'ern, whut makes you talk like dat? You know I wouldn' do dat an' leave you heah, 'sponsible fer me."
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