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"Marse cap'n, you gwine on a journey. Wa't yo' wife wish mo'n dat you git ready fer de journey? She tek dat journey too, bime by soon, en you bof be at de same deah home." "Ah, uncle, if that could be true, the sting of death would be gone." "Sut'ny, marse cap'n. Didn't I know dat ar w'en I mek bole ter speak? Now des tink on hit, mars'r. De worl' full ob poor folks lak me.
"All right," agreed Bela. "Now go see your mot'er," commanded Musq'oosis. "She sicken for you. She is white, too." Bela, however, made no move to go. She was painstakingly plucking blades of grass. "Well, wa't you waitin' for?" demanded Musq'oosis. "Sam walkin' this way," she said with an inscrutable face. "Got no blanket. Be cold to-night, I think." "Wa! More foolishness!" he cried.
Strip it lengthways, an' bin' it ter de bottom er yo' foot'. I never didn' use terbacker, an' I laid dere, an' says ter myse'f, 'My Lawd, wa't is dat, wa't is dat! Soon ez my foot got kind er easy, dat voice up an' speaks ag'in: 'Go an' git a plug er terbacker.
"Uncle Remus," said the little boy, after a while, "you know I wasn't crying just now." "Dat's so, honey," the old man replied, "but 't wouldn't er bin long 'fo' you would er bin, kaze Mars John bawl out lak a man wa't got a strop in he han', so wa't de diff'unce?" When they had finished eating, Uncle Remus busied himself in cutting and trimming some sole-leather for future use.
Look mighty cu'us dat some folks can't git useter yuther folks w'at got Fergiuny ways, but dat's Miss F'raishy up en down. Dat's her, sho! Ole Miss en ole Marster dey had Ferginny ways, en Miss F'raishy she wouldn't 'a staid in a ten-acre fiel' wid urn dat she wouldn't. Folks wa't got Ferginny ways, Miss F'raishy she call um big-bugs, en she git hostile w'en she year der name call.
"Hello dar, Calvin Sauls!" said a gruff voice. "Where is you sneakin' ter? You got er few uv us fool, but not all. Goin' down ter tell wa't you foun' out at de committee meet'n, eh?" "O, g'wan way f'm me, man; I got dese white fo'ks bizness ter ten' ter." The man seized Sauls and held on to him. "Look er here, some women waited at de corner of Red Cross an' Fourth street to beat yo' las' night."
I got on and dey all pull out pistols and tell me to "git;" dat's wa't dey say, and sho' you bo'n, I git an' de lettice go one way, de 'sparagrass go anoder way, and eggs go de Lord knows whar to smash, I reckon. Dey all gone, sho, an' I's hyar. Dey shoot when I go. I 'spect I be kill; but I'm hyar, sho'; dis is ole Ham; he 'scape. "We all laughed in fact, could not help it.
De cullud folks don' was'e much time wid a ole man w'at ain' got nothin', an' dese hyuh new w'ite folks wa't is come up sence de wah, ain' got no use fer niggers, now dat dey don' b'long ter nobody no mo'; so w'en I ain' got nothin' e'se ter do, I comes roun' hyuh, whar I knows ev'ybody and ev'ybody knows me, an' trims de rose bushes an' pulls up de weeds and keeps de grass down jes' lak I s'pose Mars Henry'd 'a' had it done ef he'd 'a' lived hyuh in de ole home, stidder 'way off yandah in de Norf, whar he so busy makin' money dat he done fergot all 'bout his own folks."