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My Lord, said Justice Chester, he is a pestilent fellow, there is not such a fellow in the country again. Twis. What, will your husband leave preaching? If he will do so, then send for him. Wom. My Lord, said she, he dares not leave preaching, as long as he can speak. Twis. See here, what should we talk any more about such a fellow? Must he do what he lists? He is a breaker of the peace. Wom.
Why, you old ! Is my brother is your master a barn-door chicken-cock, that you call him 'Rooster?" asked the young man, snappishly. "Well, Shrooster, den, ef you wants me to wring my tongue in two. Ef people's sponsors in baptism will gib der chillun such heathen names, how de debbil any Christian 'oman gwine to twis' her tongue roun' it?
"You kin put him straight de next bull you kills," said Ebony, as he prepared some touchwood; "you've on'y got to stick 'im on the left side an' he'll twis' it all right. Now, massa, I's ready, bring de gun an' snap de flints ober dat."
He preach the Word of God! said Twisdon; and withal she thought he would have struck her; he runneth up and down, and doth harm. Wom. No, my Lord, said she, it is not so; God hath owned him, and done much good by him. Twis. God! said he; his doctrine is the doctrine of the devil. Wom.
Dey's lots of cane here, an' you an' me kin twis' canes one over de other like de splits in a cha'r bottom, an' dat way, when we gits a dozen big squars of it made, as big both ways as the canes is long, we kin lay 'em on top o' one an' other, an' fasten 'em togedder wid bamboos, an' it'll be a fust-rate raft.
Yaller gal fine; She may be yone but she oughter be mine! Hi my rinktum! Lemme git by, En see w'at she mean by de cut er dat eye! Ho my Riley! better shet dat do' De w'ite folks 'll bleeve we er t'arin up de flo'. Den it's ho my Riley! Come a siftin' up ter me! En it's hi my rinktum! Dis de way ter twis' yo' knee! Hi my rinktum! Ain't de eas' gittin' red?
Dog talkin' ter hisse'f way off in de woods. "'Spozen he runs up on us, Brer Possum, w'at you gwineter do? sez Brer Coon, sezee. Brer Possum sorter laugh 'round de cornders un his mouf. "'Oh, ef he come, Brer Coon, I'm gwineter stan' by you, sez Brer Possum. 'W'at you gwineter do? sezee. "'Who? me? sez Brer Coon. 'Ef he run up onter me, I lay I give 'im one twis', sezee."
"Co'se Brer Rabbit know de game dat Brer Fox wuz fixin' fer ter play, en he 'termin' fer ter outdo 'im, en by de time he koam his ha'r en twis' his mustarsh, en sorter rig up, yer come Brer Fox, saddle en bridle on, en lookin' ez peart ez a circus pony.
But when Justice Chester heard him give her this counsel; and especially, as she supposed, because he spoke of a writ of error, he chafed, and seemed to be very much offended; saying, 'My Lord, he will preach and do what he lists. Wom. He preacheth nothing but the Word of God, said she. Twis.
My Lord, said she, when the righteous Judge shall appear, it will be known that his doctrine is not the doctrine of the devil. Twis. My Lord, said he, to Judge Hale, do not mind her, but send her away. Hale.
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