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A snort of indignation greeted this supposition. "Jim Bowles, you make me sick," replied his wife. "We kin get melk heah as long as we want to, o' co'se; but who wants to keep a-comin' up heah, three mile, for melk? It ain't right." "Well, now, Sar' Ann, how kin I help it?" said Jim Bowles. "The cow is daid, an' I kain't help it, an' that's all about it.
The bona fides of the party established, the atmosphere was cleared to the extent of faces smiling where faces had looked frightened before; but no other answer could be got from the gold washers. "We been here many weeks months, sar but no gol' dust got. Very soon we all go back; no got food no more; nobody come here. Misser Gordon tell us stop along here until he say come back.
"You get up dar, John Thomas!" called the man vigorously; "you tank de gentleman, Jefferson, boy! I wonda wha your manners is. Tank you, massar! know'd you was a gentleman, sar! Massar, is your family from ole Virginny?" It was five o'clock when I rejoined S., and the greater part of our journey had yet to be made.
"No, sar, ’cept it’s Marster Josh. I ’longs to him." "Belong to Master Josh, do you? His name isn’t Josh, it is Joshua." "Yes, marster." "Well, then, Bob, if his name is Joshua, what must yours be?" said Raymond. "Dun know, unless it’s Bobaway," answered the negro, with a broad grin. "Bobaway! That’s rich," said Raymond, laughing heartily at the rapid advancement of his pupil.
Tom determined not to be cheated out of his coffee, and instead of putting himself in a flurry, he took the bowl in one hand and the pistol in the other. The door opened, and a negro timidly entered the room. "Well, sar!" said the servant, as he edged along the side of the room. "Hem! Well, sar!"
"Yes, sar all ready!" replied Cyd, who had so many times assisted in working the boat, that he was perfectly familiar with the routine of a foremast hand's duty. "Hard lee!" cried Dandy, as he put the helm down, and brought the Isabel up on the other tack. Cyd tended the jib sheet without further instruction, and then took his place again on the forecastle to look out for danger ahead.
'Missee Hazel hope you'll enjoy yours, sar, she take her's upstairs. Mr. Falkirk put on his hat and walked down to his house. It was a slight fiction on the part of Dingee, to say that Miss Hazel was taking her fruit upstairs; indeed the whole message was freely translated from her 'Dingee, attend to Mr. Falkirk's lunch, I don't want any. Presently now came Dingee to her with another message.
We want to question people as to whether she has been seen, and if we don't find her, to hear whether, when last seen, she was sailing in the direction of the Leeward Islands, or going west." "Me find out, sar," the negro said, confidently. "Someone sure to have seen her." "Well, you had better come below.
"Heyar, sar," answered a voice, and presently a negro came around the corner of the house, and removing his tattered hat, stood waiting for orders. "Bob," said the colonel, "tell Stiles that the mail is all ready to go across the river." Stiles! How Frank would have started could he have heard that name!
She was a woman-child, but she was daughter of all women, as her mother before her, and she was the mother of all women to come after her. She was Sar, the corn-goddess. She was Isthar who conquered death. She was Sheba and Cleopatra; she was Esther and Herodias. She was Mary the Madonna, and Mary the Magdalene, and Mary the sister of Martha, also she was Martha.
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