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'Look h'yar, sarpint, says she, 'hab you got anudder ob dem apples in your pocket? An' den he tuk one out, an' gib it to her. ''Cuse me, says she, 'I's gwine ter look up Adam, an' ef he don' want ter know war de tree is wot dese apples grow on, you can hab him fur a corn-field han'.
I wish I was a bird to fly away, or a oyster safe in de mud, and free to do as I's a mind." "I wish you could go and live with Davy on the island; he is so kind, so happy, and as free as the wind. Can't you get away, Moppet?" whispered Gulliver, longing to help this poor, friendless little soul.
My secon' massar, William Winfield, Jun., da have six chillen, an' I dress 'em all firs', and most all at las' for de grave. O my God, I can neber, neber tell de trouble I's had. O how hard I prayed for freedom, an' de Lord come at las'. I's praise his name. De one dat I nurst when a babie ordered me whipped 'case I cried so much when da sole my chillen down de riber.
"Nex' day I was gettin' ready for Sum Merriman's funeral, it was to be at one o'clock, when Elspie come in my room, sort o' shyin' up to me gentle. "'Miss Cally, 's'she, 'do you think the mourners'd take it wrong if I's to go to the funeral? "'Why, no, Elspie, I says, su'prised; 'only what do you want to go for? I ask' her. "'Oh, I donno, s'she.
"I's bin watchin' her these five hours back, skipper, a-tryin' to beat out o' the drift o' wind an' tide widout one entire mast a-standin'," he said. "She wasn't a half-mile off the rocks when I left the cove, an' a-firin' of her gun desperate. If she bain't stuck tight now, skipper, then me name bain't Tim Leary." Mr.
T's must be crossed when we ought to be crossing the Potomac; i's dotted when we ought to be dotting Virginia fields with our tents. And war so proverbially, so historically uncertain, has its rules, which, if adhered to, will save commanders from censure judgment not allowed to interfere. It would appear so from many movements in the history of the Army of the Potomac.
"No, sar not more 'n I can stan'. But I's 'fraid dat poor Spinkie's a'most used up hallo! what you gwine to do with massa?" demanded the negro, whose wandering faculties had only in part returned. "He's gone below. All right. Now, you go and lie down beside my son on the hatch. I'll see to Van der Kemp."
I shall no longer trouble the story with a relation in the first person, which will put me to the expense of ten thousand Said I's, and Said he's, and He told me's, and I told him's, and the like; but I shall collect the facts historically as near as I can gather them out of my memory from what they related to me, and from what I met with in my conversing with them, and with the place.
You know dat de pirit's life am forfitid to his country, so ob course you'll gib him up." "And what said Zeppa to that?" asked Rosco eagerly. "I's just a-goin' to tell you, massa.
"I thought you wanted to be a soldier, Major," she observed, addressing the small gentleman. "I is goin' to be," returned that unabashed gentleman, calmly sticking a thumb in his belt, and in so doing pushing his jacket aside, so as to further expose the military trappings about his round little person, "I's a-goin' to be a sojer in the Fourth Regiment."
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