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"I knows," answered the colored man with great dignity. "Dey'll take me fo' jest what I am a mostest profundity educationalized specimen ob de human fambly. But I'se glad we's so neah Mars." "Why? Are you tired of being cooped up here?" asked Mark. "Not prexactly, but mah Shanghai rooster am. He's dat lonesome dat's he's homesick for t' git out an' do a bit ob scratchin' on de ground."
Magic trees growing so quickly in the lush black soil of the prairie once we get them started, the soil so neah the undahground streams by the rivahs heah, that the angels would look down in wondahment. "They would, to see how quickly they would grow. Such trees would tempah the winds that blow so now because they have full sweep, because there is nothin' to stop them.
Dey ain' gwine believe no gammon dat yeh Kipping tells 'em leastwise, no one ain't onless it's Mistah Falk. Now you go 'long with you and don't you come neah me foh a week without you act like Ah ain't got no use foh you. And boy," he whispered, "you jest look out and keep clear of dat Kipping.
That is why I thought no sin if you should kiss me on such a night." She sat up in her blanket; and I sat up, too. * "Tekasenthos," she said. * "Chetena, you are laughing!" * "Neah. Tekasenthos!" she insisted. "Why?" "You do not love me," she remarked, kicking off one ankle moccasin. * "Kenonwea-sasita-ha-wiyo, chetenaha!" I said, laughing. * "Akasita? Katontats. But is that all of me you love?"
One year they will abound in one bay and its tributary stream and hardly be seen in another, while the next year the condition will be reversed. At Cape Flattery the run of silver salmon for the present year was very small, which fact was generally attributed by the Indians to the birth of twins at Neah Bay. In regard to the diminution of the number of salmon on the coast.
We ain't goin' neah de Amerzon riber at all. We's gwine away down in de middle part of South America. It's a place suffin laik Gomeonaway or Goonaway, or suffin' laik dat." "Oh, yes; I know where you mean!" and Andy could hardly conceal the note of triumph in his voice. He had the very information he wanted from the simple colored man.
The girl raised her head: "Ask me concerning the truth, you sachems of the Oneida, and speak for the five war-chiefs who stand in their paint behind you!" An old sachem rose, peering out at her from dim, aged eyes. "Is it war, O Woman of the Rose?" he quavered. "Neah!" she said, sweetly. An intense silence followed, shattered by a scream from the hag, Catrine. "A lie! It is war!
Ef hit hadn't come dark sudden en my hoss wuzn't a flyer I'se been cotched sho. 'Fo' de Lawd, Miss Lou, dat all I know." "He's dead," said the girl in a hoarse whisper. "I orful feared he is, Miss Lou," assented the matter-of-fact Chunk. "De Rebs so neah w'en dey fiah, en Marse Scoville sut'ny did go off he hoss sudden.
It was all white, an' had fo' little short legs an' two little short wings, an' it was moah'n flesh an' blood could stand, he say, to see that long, slim, white thing runnin' an' a-flyin' at the same time through the bushes, low down neah the groun'. You jus' go ask him." John Jay swung his buckets irresolutely. "I don't believe I'll go down there aftah berries," he said. "I don't know what to do.
Lawd hab mercy did we hab a time at dem meetin's, preachin', singin', en shoutin'. En ovuh sum whar neah dey would be cookin' mutton en diff'ent good things ter eat. Sum ob dem would shout 'til dere throats would be sore en hit seemed dat sum ob dem niggahs didn't keer ef dey got home ter wuk er not. I sumtimes wish fer de good ole days. Deze days folks don't hab time fer 'ligion.
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