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"You you I don't remember anything. What was it you told me?" "I tole you dat de next time I give you a chance you'd git down on yo' knees en beg for it." Tom was stupefied for a moment. He was panting with excitement. Then he said: "Oh, Roxy, you wouldn't require your young master to do such a horrible thing. You can't mean it." "I'll let you know mighty quick whether I means it or not!
Hit may be hit's most likely thet hit'll save the lives o' thousands o' brave men who love ther lives even ez yo an' me loves ourn." "Trust me to do all that a devoted woman can. I will get through before daybreak or die in the attempt. But how am I to go?" "Hide this paper somewhar.
Gale had just cleared the table after her tea, had washed up the tea-things and was putting them away in the cupboard when Essy entered. She looked round sharply, inimically. Essy stood by the doorway, shamefaced. "Moother," she said softly, "I want to speaak to yo." Mrs.
Aw'd summut to do to persuade him at first, an' aw know that he's as whoam-sick as a chylt that's lost its mother, just this minute; but then, what's th' matter o' that, it wouldn't do for mo to have him laid up, yo known. . . . Oh, he's a very feelin' mon.
I picked it up in the road jest a few feet from his shot-gun, and stood there with it in my hand, looking down at him. "Well," he says, in a drawly kind of voice, slow and feeble, but looking at me steady and trying to raise himself agin, "yo' can finish yo' little job now yo' shot me from the darkness, and now yo' done got my pistol. I reckon yo' better shoot AGIN."
"Well! yo must know I were in th' Infirmary for a fever, and times were rare and bad, and there be good chaps there to a man while he's wick,* whate'er they may be about cutting him up at after.
But yo' must each give us yo'r word not to name what has passed here to any one till further speech on the subject has passed between us. Coulson immediately gave the promise. Philip's assent came lagging.
I' the church-cellar, sir first bin over the left feeds musty, and smells strong. Ho! ho! ho! THOMAS makes a dart. BILL dodges him. First Boy. Ain't he a cricket now, Tommy? Second Boy. Got one leg too many for a cricket, Sam. Third Boy. That's what he jerks hisself with, Tommy. Tho. Boys, I want to be freens wi' yo. Here's a penny. One of the boys knocks it out of his hand. A scramble. Tho.
Now that everybody is seein' that yo' can't make a negro jes' the same as a white man by givin' him a vote, thar's a chance fo' the po' white. I reckon the 'Cracker' as a 'Cracker' is goin' to be extinct pretty soon, an' the South is goin' to be proud o' the stock it once despised.
Why I 'member dat after de battle of Corinth, Miss., a five acre field was so thickly covered wid de dead and wounded dat yo' couldn't touch de ground in walkin' across it. And de onliest way to bury dem wuz to cut a deep furrow wid a plow, lay de soldiers head to head, an' plow de dirt back on dem."
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