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He perceived, from the indifference with which Josh bore the manipulation of the fractured limb, that such an accident need not have interfered seriously with the use of the remaining arm, and he knew that Josh had a reputation for absolute fearlessness. "Lemme see," said Josh reflectively, "ef I kin 'member w'at did become er him! Oh, yes, I 'member now!

Them Pharaohs must have always been clawin' out for the Hebrews before they got a hold of Joseph, and when they found out the true doctrine, they hushed up where they got it, and their priests went on teachin' it as if it was their own." "That's w'at I say. Got it from the 'Ebrew." "Well, it don't matter a great deal where they got it, so they got it," said Jackson, as he rose.

"'I got a wife already, he says, whimpering. 'And, besides, cap'n, there wouldn't be such a contrast in looks between you and her as there would with me. "He meant so far as size went, but George took it the other way, and there was more trouble. Finally Julius come to the rescue. "'I tell you, says he. 'We'll be square and draw straws! "'W'at? hollers George. 'Well, I guess not!

"Yas, suh, dat's ole Mars Ma'com Dudley, de uncle er young Mistah Ben Dudley w'at hangs 'roun Miss Grac'ella so much." "And who is the woman?" "She's a bright mulattah 'oman, suh, w'at use' ter b'long ter de family befo' de wah, an' has kep' house fer ole Mars' Ma'com ever sense.

"But what in thunder was he doing behind those palms? That wasn't a very sensible bit of detective work, was it?" "Most detectives is asses. He was hidin' there just to earn his money. To-morrow he could go to th' juke an' tell him how slick he'd been in hearin' w'at you said to th' young lady w'en you thought nobody was listenin'. Was he hid near a window?

De Bad Man sorter do like he ain't got no time fer ter tarry, but de blacksmif say he got some little jobs dat he bleedzd ter finish up, en den he ax de Bad Man fer ter set down a minnit; en de Bad Man, he tuck'n sot down, en he sot in dat cheer w'at he done conju'd en, co'se, dar he wuz.

You must wear it well on your head, mind; you can't show much of that pretty grey hair that puzzled us all so eh, w'at?"

"He's a gwineter fix hit up so dat dere won't be so much worriment 'mong de w'ite fokes 'bout de kinder wedder w'at falls to dere lot." "He gwine dish em up," suggested one of the older ones, "like man dish out sugar. "No," answered Uncle Remus, mopping his benign features with a very large and very red bandana. "He's a gwineter fix um better'n dat.

"W'at dey fix um fer, den?" asked one of the practical negroes. "Dat's w'at I wanter know," said Uncle Remus, contemplatively. "But dat's w'at Miss Sally wuz a readin' in de paper. All you gotter do is ter holler at de box, an' dar's yo' remarks.

"Den Brer Rabbit git de kittle en fill it full er water, en put it on de fier. "'W'at you doin' now, Brer Rabbit? "'I'm fixin fer ter make you a nice cup er tea, Brer Wolf. "Den Brer Rabbit went ter de cubberd en git de gimlet, en commence for ter bo' little holes in de chist-lid. "'W'at you doin' now, Brer Rabbit? "'I'm bo'in' little holes so you kin get bref, Brer Wolf.