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So I laid the child on the sofa, and went to the bell to ring for a policeman. "Oh, don't ring him bell, ve are so comfitable here!" said one of the women. "Yesha vill go home 'gain, and I vill habb little bed in t'oder room, and vill sleep vid dee babb so nice!" "Oh, you will will you? We'll see about that," I answered, astonished at the woman's impudence.

The slave of seventy years, knowing her entreaties will be in vain, approaches her mistress with the fervency of a child, and grasping warmly her hand, stammers out: "Da da dah Lord bless um, Missus. Tan't many days fo'h we meet in t'oder world good-bye." "God bless you good-bye, Molly. Remember what I have told you so many times long suffering and forbearance make the true Christian.

"We'se all lookin' out fer yer, mas'r," he continued; "you won't want for nothin'. An' we won't kep yer in dis woodchuck hole arter nine ob de ev'nin'. Don't try ter come out. I'm lookin' t'oder way while I'se a-talkin. Mean niggers an' 'Federates may be spyin' aroun'. But I reckon not; I'se laid in de woods all day, a-watchin'.

I only defend myself, and the rights which the laws assure to me, let whichever party govern, that may." "Dat bad. Nebber neutral in hot war. Get rob from bot' side. Alway be one or t'oder, cap'in." "You may be right, Nicholas, but a conscientious man may think neither wholly right, nor wholly wrong. I wish never to lift the hatchet, unless my quarrel be just." "Injin no understand dat.

The slave of seventy years, knowing her entreaties will be in vain, approaches her mistress with the fervency of a child, and grasping warmly her hand, stammers out: "Da-da-dah Lord bless um, Missus. Tan't many days fo'h we meet in t'oder world-good-bye." "God bless you-good-bye, Molly. Remember what I have told you so many times-long suffering and forbearance make the true Christian.

But den I was tellin' Cato t'oder day, says I, 'Cato, I dunno 'bout de rest o' de world, but I ha'n't neber felt it in my bones dat Mass'r James is r'ally dead, for sartin. Now I feels tings gin'ally, but some tings I feels in my bones, an' dem allers comes true. An' dat ar's a feelin' I ha'n't had 'bout Mass'r Jim yit, an' dat ar's what I'm waitin' for 'fore I clar make up my mind.