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"Marse Elbert, he lived in jes a plain wood house made Califo'nia style, wid a front room an' a shed room where de boys slep'. Dey had two boys, Jettie an' William. "I reckin dere was 'bout a hun'erd an' sixty acres planted in taters an' corn, an' dey made whiskey too. "My mammy an' pappy was fiel' han's, an' I was mighty little to do so much.
The old servant's grief was only his own. "Ebery night, Marse Ollie, sence he bin sick, I git so lonesome dat I wait till de house git still an' den I git out'n de bed and crope down-stairs an' listen at de bedroom door. Den I hear de mistis say: 'In pain, dear? and he say, 'No, Sallie. An' den I crope up agin an' go to bed kind o' comforted.
He's gwine to hurt somebody d'rec'ly!" That looked likely. Most of the guns in the fort had been emptied, white Jim himself was madly reloading for a shot in time, if possible; the tomahawk was poised over poor black Jim's bobbing wool; when a report sounded smartly, and the "Indian fell back so suddenly his feet flew up in the air." Negro Jim's voice changed. "Never mind now, Marse Jim.
She drew rein at the great gates leading into the grounds, and the servant dismounted and opened them. "Jim," she asked, "is your master at home?" "Dunno, Miss Elsie, but the missus am gone ober to Ion to spend the day, an lef' little Marse Horace at Roselands." "Why, what's the matter, Jim?" "De missus at Ion little bit sick, I b'lieve, Miss Elsie." "And papa didn't go with them?"
"I'll do my best," Max said, mounting his pony, which Tom the colored boy was holding. "Me, too, Marse Ed'ard, dere shan't nuffin hurt Miss Zoe," added the latter, giving Max the bridle, then mounting a third horse and falling behind the others as they cantered down the avenue. A little beyond the gate the family carriage passed them, Mr. Dinsmore and a strange gentleman inside.
"What a curious superstition!" "It ain't a superstition, Marse Tom. Look at that Shekels look at him, NOW. Is he listening, or ain't he? NOW you see! he's turned his head away. It's because he was caught caught in the act. I'll ask you could a Christian look any more ashamed than what he looks now? LAY DOWN! You see? he was going to sneak out. Don't tell ME, Marse Tom!
"Now yo' hush, Marse Dave," said Lindy, in a shrill whisper, "I ain't er-gwine ter git mixed up in no disputation. Ef she was ter hear me er-disputin' wid yo', Marse Dave, I reckon I'd done git such er tongue-lashin' " Lindy looked at me suspiciously. "Yo'-er allus was powe'rful cute, Marse Dave." Lindy set her lips with a mighty resolve to be silent.
See dem buttons? but dey ain't nuthin' to what's on the top shelf you'll bust yo'self wide open a-laughin', Marse George, when ye sees what's in dar you gotter come wid me please Mistis an' Marse Harry, you come too. Dis way " Todd was full to bursting. Had his grin been half an inch wider his ears would have dropped off.
"What are you doing there, you imp of darkness?" exclaimed Marcy. "Didn't you understand that we don't want any Abolitionists aboard of us this trip?" "G'long now, honey," replied the boy, turning his head on one side and waving Marcy away with his hand. "Ise heah 'cording to Marse Jack's orders."
The sun rising over the forest often found us peeping through the blinds, and when he sank into the bay at night we were still running, tired but happy, and begging patient Hester for half an hour more. "Lawd, Marse Dick," I can hear her say, "you an' Miss Dolly's been on yo' feet since de dawn. And so's I, honey." And so we had.
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