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"They had whut you call "pattyrollers" who would catch you from home and 'wear you out' and send you back to your master. Of course whan the "pattyrollers" or other plantation boss would read the pass he would beat him nearly to death and send him back. Of course the nigger could not read and did not know what the pass said.
It's like as gien the sun wad put oot the fire. I jist seem whiles to be lyin' here waitin' for ye to come intil my peace, an' be ane wi' me! But ye hae a lang this warl's life afore ye yet. Eh! winna it be gran' whan it's weel ower, an' ye come!
It's aye the way wi' them that hides whan the day comes they maun reveal it's only the mair to their shame," exclaimed Ellen. "Oh, but it's all mixed up and my best friend doesn't know the truth. Yes, take the letter, Aunt Ellen, and read it yourself." She held out the pages with a shaking hand, and Jean took them over to her sister, who slowly read them in silence. "Ah, noo.
"Watty, whan ye fess the bit boxie, jist pit a hemmer an' a puckle nails i' your pooch to men' the hen hoose door. The tane maun be atten't till as weel's the tither." "The bit boxie" was the coffin of her third cousin Griselda Campbell, whose body lay on the room on her left hand as she called down the stair.
I aye had guid houps o' ye, Alec, my man. But there may be sic a thing as loupin' into the sea o' life oot o' the ark o' salvation; an' gin ye loup in whan he doesna call ye, or gin ye getna a grip o' his han', whan he does, ye're sure to droon, as sure's ane o' the swine that ran heedlong in and perished i' the water."
I' the name o' God, the saviour o' men, I tell ye, dautie, the day 'ill come whan ye'll smile i' the vera face o' the Lord himsel, at the thoucht o' what he has broucht ye throuw! Lord Christ, haud a guid grup o' thy puir bairn and hers, and gie her back her ain. Thy wull be deen! and that thy wull's a' for redemption! Gang on wi' yer tale, my lassie."
"It's no like it, my lord," returned Blue Peter, "whan the first thing I say is what wad ye ha'e o' me? Here I am no speirin' a queston!" "Weel, I wad ha'e ye hear the story o' 't a'." "Say on, my lord," said Peter. But Malcolm was silent for a few moments. "I was thinkin', Peter," he said at last, "whether I cud bide to hear you say my lord to me.
You an' me an' yer mother an' God an' a'! But somehoo I dinna seem to be lea'in' ye aither no half sae muckle as whan ye gaed awa' to the college, an' that although ye're ten times mair to me noo than ye war than.
It's auld an' casten an' bow-ribbit, it's true, but it wad ill become me to drap it wi'oot a thoucht, whan him 'at could mak haill loaves, said, 'Gether up the fragments 'at naething be lost. Na," she continued, still looking about her, "I maun jist dee my duty by the auld umbrell; syne come o' 't 'at likes, I carena."
He aye lost sicht o' them whan they wan to the edge o' the scaur, but roon' they aye cam again upo' the ither side, as gien there had been a ro'd whaur there wasna even a ledge.
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