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"But I's skeered that we " Mr. Cledd now had gone to the companion. "Captain Hamlin," he called again, "there's a junk passing close aboard." I heard Roger's step on the companion-way. It later transpired that he had not heard the first summons. "Mah golly! Look dah!" the cook exclaimed. The junk was looming up dangerously. Mr. Cledd caught my arm.
As he couldn't 'spec' to git no furder, he rides quietly up to a hofficer, takes de sword out ob his hand afore he understand what he wants, den, diggin' de spurs into de big war-hoss, off he goes wid a yell like a Red Inj oh! I's mean like a a buff'lo bull. Out comes de swords. Dey close all round 'im. I no see him by dat time.
Once again we find our attention directed to the threefold structure of man's physical organism. For the faculty of upright walking is a result of the I's activity in the limb-system of the body; the acquisition of speech takes place in the rhythmic system; and thinking is a faculty based on the nerve-system.
"What church do you belong to, Uncle Ephraim?" said Vance. "Well, Mause Zeb, I's a Presbyterian." "Uncle Ephraim," said Vance with great solemnity, "do you believe in the doctrine of election?"
Jack ordered the drinks, saying: "You fellars think I haint got no sense, but I'll bet yer's long's I's got two kerds to yer's one." While old Jack was paying the barkeeper for the drams I put a pencil mark on the boy ticket, and my friend saw me do it. I then offered to make another bet. Old Jack said: "I'll bet $10 this time." I told him to put up, and he did.
Slaveholder though he was, John Bayliss evidently thought his black people had souls as well as those of white skins, for he allowed his house servants to remain in the dining-room during evening family worship, thus giving them instruction which, as the sequel will show, made the slave the teacher of the master; for one morning, as "Aunt Lucy," an old and privileged servant, was passing through his room, she said: "Massa John, I's bin thinkin' a heap o' dat ar what you read in the Bible t' other night."
Ob course I ain't a man on'y a nigger, but I's a willin' nigger, an' kin do a few small tings cook de grub, wash up de cups an' sarsers, pull a oar, clean yer boots, fight de Eskimos if you wants me to, an' ginrally to scrimmage around a'most anything.
En dah's de river dat was turn' to blood, en I's looking at de very same groun' whah de plagues was, en de lice, en de frogs, en de locus', en de hail, en whah dey marked de door-pos', en de angel o' de Lord come by in de darkness o' de night en slew de fust-born in all de lan' o' Egypt. Ole Jim ain't worthy to see dis day!" And then he just broke down and cried, he was so thankful.
"I 'spects," said Diana, looking very solemnly into her face, "that you and me, we has both got the same enemies." "The same enemies! My dear child, what do you mean?" asked Miss Ramsay. "I 'spects I's wight," said Diana, tossing her black head. "I's not often wrong. I wead your thoughts I think that you has a desp'ate hate, down deep in your heart, to Aunt Jane."
"So I coom out-with-out everything. Just like this." "I can get you a couple of niggers," mused Mills, "an' you'll want a gun. Then, with skoff for a fortnight, you ought to be up at the Mazoe before they find your spoor. What do you think?" "I think i's ver' naice," smiled the other. "I don't know how you feel, but I'm just done up."
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