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Ef dere's ruinashun ennywhar in de known wurril, she goes in de comp'ny uv a hongry nigger w'at's a totin' pies 'roun. Sometimes w'en I git kotch wid emptiness in de pit er de stummuck, an' git ter fairly honin' arter sumpin' w'at got substance in it, den hit look like unto me dat I kin stan' flat-footed an' make more cle'r money eatin' pies dan I could if I wuz ter sell de las' one 'twixt dis an' Chris'mus.
I'm de one w'at's 'struck'n dese chil'en, done struck dey mother fuss; I'll tell 'em w'at's becomin' fur 'em ter know; I don't want 'em ter hyear nuf'n 'bout sich low cornfiel' niggers ez Club-foot Bill.
"But dey ain' no tellin' w'at's gwine ter happen in dis worl'. Tenie had got de night sot fer her en Sandy ter run away, w'en dat ve'y day one er Mars Marrabo's sons rid up ter de big house in his buggy, en say his wife wuz monst'us sick, en he want his mammy ter len' 'im a 'ooman fer ter nuss his wife. Tenie's mistiss say sen Tenie; she wuz a good nuss.
The servant's head and shoulders stood out in dim relief against the darkness. "I've burnt me 'and somethin' 'orrid on this damn' 'ot chimney," he complained nervously. He succeeded in setting fire to the wick. The light showed him barefoot and shivering in shirt and trousers. He lifted a bemused red face to Amber, blinking and nursing his scorched hand. "For pity's syke, sir, w'at's 'appened?"
Maitland glanced round on the group of half a dozen men. Some of them he knew; others were strangers to him. "I don't know what the business is, gentlemen," he said, curbing his wrath, "but I want to know if it can't wait till to-morrow? You know our boys are going on the ice in a couple of hours or so " W'at's that to do with Union business?" snarled Simmons. "This 'ere's no silly kids' gaime!
On a bench nearby a frowzy loafer opened his red eyes and perceived that his moral support was due a downtrodden brother. "Punch him one, Jack," he called hoarsely to Dawe. "W'at's he come makin' a noise like a penny arcade for amongst gen'lemen that comes in the square to set and think?"
The headway of the cutter was promptly checked, and she was set back a couple of lengths, when the order was given to the crew to lay on their oars. "W'at's the matter, Massa Ossifer? Arn't you gwine no furder?" asked Quimp. "I have seen enough of the Reindeer to satisfy me that she is there; and I have stopped the boat to give you a chance to make your escape," replied Christy.
"'Long ez we had dat noo nigger heah, Solomon went on, 'he kep' Mars Johnson busy pa't er de time; but now he 's gone erway, I s'pose de res' un us'll ketch it wusser 'n eber. "'W'at's gone wid de noo nigger? sez Aun' Peggy, rale quick, battin' her eyes en straight'nin' up.
Get wicked in stable all tam." "All right," said Bela. "I say when they go out." "W'at's the matter?" asked Musq'oosis mildly. "Before w'at is mine is yours, and yours is mine." "All right. Don't tak' my horses," Bela repeated stubbornly. Musq'oosis sat down by the fire. Bela rattled the cups to justify herself.
Why, Stephen, 's this you? Quite a femily-party, I declare fur't! Wai, Miss Ruggles, I got kind o' tired settin' in the dark, an', ez I looked out an' see the dips blazin' in yer winder, thinks I, I'll jest run up an' see w'at's ter pay." "Why, there's only one dip," says Lurindy. "Wal, thet's better 'n none," answered Miss Mimy.
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