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Spreading out a handkerchief, I put the awful atom on it gingerly, while the foster-mother reiterated her counsel to "tchuck'm alonga scrub." In the guise of a frail bundle at arm's-length was Soosie conducted to a civilised home. Dismay tempered with pity greeted her. "How horrible! How dirty!" "Is it really a little girl? It looks like a wild animal." "Do let me nurse it."
That fella, him no good. Him sing out all a time. More better tchuck'm away." Frail outcast the very scum of a blacks' camp, its repulsiveness was tragic. Dirt and odour sickened, yet its appeal was irresistible. That universal language, a human cry, which everywhere and always quickened the pulse, stirred pity to its depths.
She loathed the sight of those who came about the place, and would not defile herself by touching the cleanest kind-hearted "Wethera," who had so nearly interred her, and to whom she was as a princess; "Wethera," who was wont to say, "That fella Tchoosie, too flash. Close up me bin tchuck'm away. Boss he bin catch'm."
B'mbi me bin find'm little fella fork stick close up alonga groun'. Me frait. My word, me bin pick'm up easy fella. Me look out longa little fella hole. Me bin see hair, too much, belonga Tom Goat. That hair bin mak'm two fella no good. Him mak'm me fella no good. Me catch'm that fella hair along two fella stick. Tchuck'm along ribber. My word! That fella hair no good! Him go phuff!
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