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My eye was jist a-blazin'! I jist straightened myself up so jist as I is now, plum to de ceilin', mos' an' I digs my fists into my hips, an' I says, 'Look-a-heah! I says, 'I want you niggers to understan' dat I wa'n't bawn in de mash to be fool' by trash!
Dat dog must be mos' starved, an' yo'-all is lubbin him so dat he ain't time to eat a sandwich. Let him hab some breakfast, an' den hug him!" "Oh, but we like him so!" cried Flossie. So Snap was restored, and Danny was sent home out of the woods, so there was no more trouble from him. In the days that followed, the Bobbsey twins at Snow Lodge had many more good times.
"I b'lieves a bank sol' us nex' to Marse L.Q. Chambers. I 'members him well. I was a house-servant an' de overseer dassent hit me a lick. Marster done lay de law down. Mos' planters lived on dey plantations jus' a part o' de year. Dey would go off to Saratogy an' places up nawth. Sometimes Marse L.Q. would come down to de place wid a big wagon filled wid a thousan' pair o' shoes at one time.
Why, he comes Mondays and Thursdays, he does," said the fisherman; "ye'll find him here day after to-morrow, lad, early, too, mos' like." "Can you tell me where he left my trunks?" queried Noll. At this question, the men looked perplexed. "Do ye mean boxes like?" they asked, after a time. Noll was astonished at this lack of knowledge, but managed to explain to the two what he meant.
"Well, dey mos' generally calls 'em stock-peas, round hyar aways." "There," said the pea-champion triumphantly. "But," broke in the leader of the bean party, "Uncle, don't they also call them beans?" "Well, yes, chile, I spec dat lots of 'em does." And this was about the way the matter usually ended. I will not attempt to bias the reader's judgment by saying which side I believed to be right.
En didn't I bust up agin a lot er dem islands en have a turrible time en mos' git drownded? Now ain' dat so, boss ain't it so? You answer me dat." "Well, this is too many for me, Jim. I hain't seen no fog, nor no islands, nor no troubles, nor nothing. I been setting here talking with you all night till you went to sleep about ten minutes ago, and I reckon I done the same.
"Well, dey mos' generally calls 'em stock-peas, round hyar aways." "There," said the pea-champion triumphantly. "But," broke in the leader of the bean party, "Uncle, don't they also call them beans?" "Well, yes, chile, I spec dat lots of 'em does." And this was about the way the matter usually ended. I will not attempt to bias the reader's judgment by saying which side I believed to be right.
"Ef you'll jes do me de honor to accep' of my horse, Miss Lily, I'll be de proudest gen'leman on dis plantation." At this she chuckled, and took her fan in her own hand. And then she turned to Pierre. "You sho' has set de style o' mighty expensive Christmas gif's on dis plantation, Mr. Pier you cert'n'y has. An' I wants to thank you bofe mos' kindly I cert'n'y does."
I had to own that colt if my roll could reach him I knowed that 'fore I'd looked at him a minute. "'Up to de house, mos' likely, says the nigger. 'You'd better save yo' shoe leather, boss. She ain' gwine to sell dat colt no matter what happens. "I beats it up to the big house, but when I gets there I see nobody's livin' in it. The windows has boards across 'em.
Dey was a big room he kep' all polished up lak glass. Ever' now an' den he'd th'ow a big party an' 'vite mos' ever'body in Mississippi to come. Dey was fo' Niggers in de quarters what could sing to beat de ban', an' de Judge would git 'em to sing for his party. "I 'member how 'cited I'd git when one o' dem shindigs 'ud come off. I sho' would strut den.
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