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'Course, ever' marster warnt as free handed as our'n was. "I warnt learnt nothin' in no book. Don't think I'd a-took to it, nowhow. Dey learnt de house servants to read. Us fiel' han's never knowed nothin' 'cept weather an' dirt an' to weigh cotton. Us was learnt to figger a little, but dat's all.
The sight that met his eyes froze him with horror. Philip's lifeless body lay upon the ground, while Harry, with scared white face, bent over it. For a brief space the old man stood as if petrified, then muttered: "Jerry ain't gwine know nothin' bout dis here. When ole Mars say, 'Jerry, what you seen in de Vine Ridge Swash? Jerry, he gwine say, 'Nothin', Marster, fo' de Lord.
Go home, and tell Dyce to give you some catnip tea, and tie you to a chair," laughed Mr. Churchill. "You'll laugh t'other side of your mouth, Mars Alfred, when you see that awful sight up yonder. Ole Marster has come back, to clare the name of his grandchile, for he and his murderer is a wrastling, and it ain't no 'oman, it's a man! A tall, pretty man, with beard on his face." Mr.
"I'll hev it! I'll hev it! Call marster! Git my bunnit. Oh! oh!" They made her sit down, they explained to her that nothing could be done until the next day, and finally she subsided into silent tears. All this while Dolf sat without offering one word of consolation; now he said: "Mebby dar's some mistake, Othello." "No, dar ain't," persisted Othello. "Mr.
You have sold Natalie." Then he turned fiercely on mammy. "And you," he said "you have dressed her for the market. You are a bad nigger." Mrs. Leighton gasped and then began to cry softly. Mammy's eyes stared at Lewis. "Bad niggah, young Marster?" she mumbled vaguely. Natalie grasped the table and leaned forward. "Lew!" she cried. "Why, Lew!" Lewis struck a tear from his cheek, turned, and fled.
So he sont 'im to school to ole Miss Lawry down dyar, dis side o' Cun'l Chahmb'lin's, an' I use' to go 'long wid 'im an' tote he books an' we all's snacks; an' when he larnt to read an' spell right good, an' got 'bout so-o big, old Miss Lawry she died, an' ole marster said he mus' have a man to teach 'im an' trounce 'im. So we all went to Mr.
"Northern folks has tender eyes, and I hurts 'em me and my poor little house what ole marster built for me when Mars' Winston was a baby, and your blessed ma couldn't be easy 'thout I was near her WE spiles the prospect! So, it must be knocked down and carted away for rubbish to build pig-pens, I 'spose, and me sent off to live 'mong low-lived niggers, sech as I've always held myself above.
"Dat's des whar dey done hit 'im, Ole Marster. How I gwine tie 'im?" But the Major had looked again, and the awful redness rose to his brow. "Shut up, you fool!" he said with a roar, as he dived under his seat and brought out his brandy flask. "Give him a swallow of that be quick, do you hear? Pour it into your cup, sir, and give him that corn pone in your pocket. I see it sticking out.
Only a few of the shot had gone in, and he was not seriously injured, but he vowed that it was all done on purpose, and that he was "going straight home and tell Marster," a threat he was only prevented from executing by us all promising him the gold dollars which we should find in the toes of our stockings next morning.
Which side is you on?" "Always on the side of justice and truth, and it is to help your poor young mistress that I came to see you; but it seems you are too superannuated to stretch out your hand and save her." "Ain't you aiming to prove she killed old marster? That's what you sot out to do; and tarrapin's claws are slippery, compared to your grip, when you take holt."
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