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The negroes all around, as well as many of the poorer white people, came to him for the treatment of common ailments. "He 's got a fevuh," he said, after feeling the patient's pulse and laying his hand on his brow, "an' we 'll hafter gib 'im some yarb tea an' nuss 'im tel de fevuh w'ars off. I 'spec'," he added, "dat I knows whar dis boy come f'om.

"Y'know how it is now with a fightin' pup if you pull his tail while he's a-chawin' up the other pup. Ye can bat him over the head till you're tired, or kick him till you w'ars your boot out, an' he'll go right on chawin' the harder. But monkey with his tail an' he's that sensitive an' techy about it that he'll take a interest right off. "Well, it were just so with Peg-leg though I never knew it.

"'Case," Mandy Ann began, "you as't me, an' fo' de Lawd I mus' tell de truffe. He's very tall an' gran', an' w'ars fine close, an' han's is white as a cotton bat, but his eyes doan set right in his head. They look hard, an' not a bit smilin', an' he looks proud as ef he thought we was dirt, an' dem white han's I do' know, but pears like they'd squeeze body an' soul till you done cry wid pain.

I pity them red fellers." "I think that pity is wasted on men who want to kill us and take our scalps." "It ain't that. I know they want to do them things to us, but I know, too, that they ain't goin' to do 'em. It's 'cause they're so onsartain in thar minds. Onsartainness is the greatest uv all troubles. Keeps you so you can't eat an' sleep, nor keep still neither. Jest plum' w'ars you out.

Were you on any other errand I should implore you to stay with us." "Is Temple at your house?" I asked faintly. "Why, no," said Monsieur Gratiot; "I thought he was with you at the ball." "Where is your master?" I demanded sternly of Benjy. "I ain't seed him, Marse Dave, sence I put him inter dem fine clothes 'at he w'ars a-cou'tin'."

Were you on any other errand I should implore you to stay with us." "Is Temple at your house?" I asked faintly. "Why, no," said Monsieur Gratiot; "I thought he was with you at the ball." "Where is your master?" I demanded sternly of Benjy. "I ain't seed him, Marse Dave, sence I put him inter dem fine clothes 'at he w'ars a-cou'tin'."

She must 'a' sot there some three or four hunderd pretty consid'rable number o' years, 's it was. Don't want to ride a free hoss to death, ye know. I wish 't this critter that's visitin' up to Garrison's Neck could be got sot a spall. She fa'rly w'ars me out." Captain Leezur blinked at the sun, however, all heavenly placid and unworn. "I happened to meet her in the lane," I said.