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"No, sir!" answered Captain Jabe, with much decision. "My old woman 'spects me to-night, in p'int of fact, she 'spected me a good deal before night, and I am not goin' to have her thinkin' I am run down in a fog, and am now engaged in feedin' the sharks. There is to be a quiltin' party at our house to-morrer arternoon, and there's a lot to be done to get ready for it.
I 'spects I's the wickedest crittur in the world. Then she would turn a somersault, and come up bright and smiling, evidently quite pleased with herself. Two or three years passed. Uncle Tom was still with Mr. St. Clare, far away from his home. He was not really unhappy. But always in his heart was the aching longing to see his dear ones again. Now he began to have a new sorrow.
You kin go en lead Marse Scoville right off, en if Perkins follow I settle 'im." "Do you think there's no other way?" Miss Lou asked, with 'quick, agitated breathing. "Fo' de Lawd, I doesn't." "I don't know what they would do to me in the morning, I'd be sent away. Oh, you can't realize the risk I would take." "'Spects not, mistis. I ony know Marse Scoville tek mo' resk fer you ef he could."
"Yes," said Adolph; "I had a master that could have bought you all for old truck!" "Laws, now, only think," said Sambo, "the gentlemens that we is!" "I belonged to the St. Clare family," said Adolph, proudly. "Lor, you did! Be hanged if they ar'n't lucky to get shet of ye. Spects they's gwine to trade ye off with a lot o' cracked tea-pots and sich like!" said Sambo, with a provoking grin.
"I 'spects I'll hev to go part way say to Savannah ef you gets her off quiet. Thar's that in her will make her jump inter de river ef we pushes her too far," Jake said, and the Colonel, who was sweating like rain, and did not care for a scene on the "Hatty," finally consented for Jake to accompany them to Savannah, trusting Providence for what might follow.
"Oh, that is it, Clump consolation, eh? Well, I must get a pipe some time and try it," I said. "No, Massa Bob," joined in Juno, who was knocking out the ashes from her pipe on the head of the fire-dog "no, Massa Bob you'se munno 'moke. 'Spects, ef you'se do, you find de way tur constollaton, dat ole Clump talk of, cum tru much tribble-laison he! he! he!" I had to laugh at the old woman's wit.
Everyone had stopped eating while this talk went on. "Who could have taken our ice cream?" "Dat's what I don't know, honey," answered the colored cook. "Dat's why I comed in heah to tell yo' mamma. I 'spects, Mrs, Bobbsey, dat we'd better phonograph fo' de police." "Phonograph I guess you mean telephone; don't you, Dinah?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, with a smile. "Yes'm, dat's what I done mean.
Jackson and Ham walked away, Aunt Martha called after Ham: "'Now, Ham, ef you eber spects to see me agin, don't you forgit your prares ob a night, and de good Laud will fotch you back ef you do dat; but He let you git kill like a cat when you done forget it. Do you mine me, Ham? "Turning to me, she continued: 'I 'spect de rebs git dat darky, then going to the kitchen she gave vent to her grief.
"Dunno; ken turn in here, I spose," said Sambo; "spects thar's room for another thar; thar's a pretty smart heap o' niggers to each on 'em, now; sure, I dunno what I 's to do with more." It was late in the evening when the weary occupants of the shanties came flocking home, men and women, in soiled and tattered garments, surly and uncomfortable, and in no mood to look pleasantly on new-comers.
Mike, he's gone duck shootin' to-day an 'spects to bring back several brace of ducks to hep out on de turkeys," said Cookee, grinning at the way he gave away Mike's secrets for Christmas dinner. "We'd better save the venison steak for New Year's, then," suggested Mrs. Latimer. "Huh, huh!
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