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You see, dey was allus fussin' 'bout fust one thing, den 'nother, an' mammy got mad 'caus'n pappy slipped her clo'es out'n her ches' an' taken over to de other gals fer to dance in, an' when he brung' em back mammy would see finger prints on' em whar he been turnin' 'em 'roun' an' she sho' be mad an' fight him. She could lick him too caus'n she was bigger.
The men folks would build a big fire and I can remember my Pappy a settin on top of the house at night with a old flint lock across his legs awaiting for one of them critters to come close enough so he could shoot it. The reason for him being trusted with a gun was because he had been raised by the poor white man who worked for the slaveholder.
"W'y, lady gal," he exclaimed, "what you doin' up at 'his time?" "I sat up fu' you. I got somep'n' to ax you, pappy." Her voice quivered and he snuggled her up in his arms. "What's troublin' my little lady gal now? Is de chillen bin bad?"
The young Thornton met those eyes so full of eagle boldness yet so tempered with kindness, and to his own expression came a responsive flash of that winning boyishness which these men had not seen on his face before. "Mr. Rowlett," he made answer in a low and reverent voice, "I hain't got no remembrance of my pappy, but I'd love ter think he favoured ye right smart."
"Yer pappy says as how I can't marry ye," went on Lem, in the same whisper, "and I don't give a damn about that only, ye don't leave this scow to go to no hut! Ye stay here with me!" Fledra had wedged herself more tightly into the corner, hugging the snarling Snatchet closer. As she backed, the scowman came nearer, his hot breath flooding her face. "Put down that there dorg!" he hissed.
Another fortnight at this place would give me brain fever your life continually in danger either on the sea or by the cliffs your feelings supposed to be always up at passion pitch it is all a whirl of secret or declared emotions that don't give you a moment's rest. Oh, pappy, won't it be nice to have a day or two's quiet in our own home, with Carry and Marie? And you know Mr.
"Mammy was a fiel' han'. She could plow an' wuk in de fiel's jes' lak a man, an' my pappy, he done de same. Mammy, she hated house wuk lak me. I jes natu'lly loves to be out runnin' roun' in de fiel's an' 'bout. I neber lak'd to do wuk roun' de house none t'all. "We wo' lowell clo'es an' brass toed brogans.
One hand rested on the bow of the boat, while the long, rusty hook, sharp at the point and thick ironed at the top, protruded from the other coat-sleeve. At last Lon Cronk began to speak deliberately, and the girl gave him her attention. "Flea, ye be a woman now, ain't ye?" he said "Ye be fifteen this comin' Saturday." "Yep, Pappy Lon."
Flea wouldn't go back there without a reason. I bet that big duffer of yours had a finger in the pie." Ann flushed painfully. "Floyd, dear, don't, I beg of you!" "I'm sorry I said that, Sister Ann. But Flea didn't go for nothin'. Sister Ann, will you and Brother Horace find out why she went? I have to go, too, if Flea's in the hut. Pappy Lon and Lem'll kill her!"
Little Fuzzy looked reproachfully at him and started to get down onto the floor. Pappy Jack was mean; didn't he think a Fuzzy might want to smoke a pipe, too? Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt him. He picked Little Fuzzy up and set him back on his lap, offering the pipestem. Little Fuzzy took a puff. He didn't cough over it; evidently he had learned how to avoid inhaling.
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