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Crocodiles in time become very bold and will carry off people bathing on the steps of their houses over the water, and even take them bodily out of their canoes. At an estate on the island of Daat, I had two men thus carried off out of their boats, at sea, after sunset, in both cases the mutilated bodies being subsequently recovered.
Mass'r Toney he angry, tell 'im go; and de boat captain he go angry like de rest. Hya! hya! hya!" "And why should Aurore command such a price?" "Oh! she berry good gal berry good gal but " Scipio hesitated a moment "but " "Well?" "I don't b'lieve, mass'r, daat's de reason." "What, then?" "Why, mass'r, to tell de troof, I b'lieve dar all bad men daat wanted to buy de gal."
A stronger motive impelled me. The dream-face still haunted me those features of strange type its strangely-beautiful expression, not Caucasian, not Indian, not Asiatic. Was it possible probable "Could you describe her, Scipio?" I repeated. "'Scribe her, mass'r; daat what you mean? ye yes."
"No, mass'r, ne'er a stroke. I knows daat, 'kase he once falled into de bayou, and Ole Zip pull 'im out. No he nebber swim nebber." "Then I fear he is lost indeed." I remembered that the wreck went down before the Magnolia had got close alongside. I had noticed this on looking around. Those who could not swim, therefore, must have perished. "Poor Pierre, too. We hab lost Pierre." "Pierre?
"Well, mass'r, some folks says she am proud, case de common niggers envy ob her daat's de troof. She nebber proud to Ole Zip, daat I knows she talk to 'im, an tell 'im many tings she help teach Ole Zip read, and de ole Chloe, and de leettle Chloe, an she " "It is a description of her person I ask for, Scipio." "Oh! a 'scription ob her person ye daat is, what am she like?" "So.
"Daat it do, mass'r, down to de berry small ob her back." "Luxuriant?" "What am dat, mass'r?" "Thick bushy." "Golly! it am as bushy as de ole coon's tail." "Now the eyes?" Scipio's description of the quadroon's eyes was rather a confused one. He was happy in a simile, however, which I felt satisfied with: "Dey am big an round dey shine like de eyes of a deer."
What sort of hair, for instance? What colour is it?" "Brack, mass'r; brack as a boot." "Is it straight hair?" "No, mass'r ob course not Aurore am a quaderoom." "It curls?" "Well, not dzactly like this hyar;" here Scipio pointed to his own kinky head-covering; "but for all daat, mass'r, it curls what folks call de wave." "I understand; it falls down to her shoulders?"
"Gorramighty! don't mass'r know? Why, de young lady you fotch from de boat, when twar all ober a blaze. Lor! what a swum you make half cross de riber! Wugh!" "And am I in her house?" "Ob sartin, mass'r daat ar in de summer-house for de big house am on oder side ob de garden all de same, mass'r." "And how did I get here?" "Golly! don't mass'r 'member how?
"Daat are a fact, mass'r, daat same she be a gal ob colour nebber mind she white as young missa herseff. Missa larf and say so many, many time, but fr'all daat dar am great difference one rich lady t'other poor slave jes like Ole Zip ay, jes like Ole Zip buy 'em, sell 'em, all de same." "Could you describe Aurore, Scipio?" It was not idle curiosity that prompted me to put this question.
Scipio's great white eyeballs rolled about with an expression of mingled surprise and apprehension, and rather stammeringly he replied: "Daat am de genl'um's name. Know 'im, young mass'r?" "Only very slightly," I answered, and this answer seemed to set my companion at his ease again.
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