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Updated: May 5, 2025
"Where do you keep your nutmegs, Dinah?" said Miss Ophelia, with the air of one who prayed for patience. "Most anywhar, Missis; there's some in that cracked tea-cup, up there, and there's some over in that ar cupboard." "Here are some in the grater," said Miss Ophelia, holding them up. "Laws, yes, I put 'em there this morning, I likes to keep my things handy," said Dinah.
"It comes straight off the hip, an' it calls for a straight answer. What have I spoke to her? Nothin'! What's between us? Nothin' but the makin's! Next, touchin' myself: Since sixteen I've been kickin' up the dust o' the earth till my home is anywhar immediately convenient.
Ef it hab ketch anywhar, nobody eber see US too. Fus, I t'ought I jump ober de side neber face de skipper any mo'. But he uz er good ole man, en he only say, 'Don't be sech blame jackass any more. En I don't." From which lucid narration I gathered that the finback had himself to thank for his immunity from pursuit. "'Sides," persisted Goliath, "wa' yew gwine do wiv' him?
Say, Westerfelt, ef he'd 'a' got a whack at yer with this yore fragments 'u'd never a-come together on the day o' jedgment." Westerfelt made no reply. "Now, let 'im go," said the leader. "Ef he dares to be seed anywhar in the Cohutta section six hours frum now he knows what will come uv 'im. We refuse to shelter 'im any longer, an' the officers of the law will take 'im in tow."
"My idee is that ye don't need no flyin' machine anywhar except to git away quick and what we want to know is what air ye goin' to take with you when ye fly away?" "Nothing that doesn't belong to us," answered Ned, "if that is what you mean." "Ye ain't, eh? I suppose ye don't know that thar's enough cow money in our bank to be worth stealin'?" Both Ned and Alan looked at each other astounded.
Liz never could pass anywhar nigh 'er without havin' the old cat laugh out loud at 'er. Liz has been goin' with that cock-eyed Joe Webb a good deal you know he's jest about the porest ketch anywhars about, an' that seemed to tickle Mis' Dawson mightily. I reckon somebody told 'er some'n Liz said away back when you fust started to fly around 'er.
Anybody know if anywhar they do it the other way around?" Apparently nobody did. "Anybody got any idees as to why we shouldn't follow Shirttail in this matter? Dog-gone you! Set down! You ain't got nothin' to say here." The man appealed to the crowd. "Ain't I got a right to be heard in my own case?" he demanded.
Directly in front of him the leader posted himself, watch in hand. "Any last requests?" he inquired in his measured tones. Bennington felt the need of thinking quickly, but, being unused to emergencies, he could not. "Anywhar y' want yore stuff sent?" the other pursued relentlessly. Bennington swallowed, and found his voice at last. "Now be reasonable," he pleaded.
"Are you a runaway nigger?" "Yes, honey; I 'longs ter ole Tight-fis' Smith; an' he wanted ter whup me fur not gittin' out ter de fiel' in time, an' I tuck'n runned erway fum 'im, an' now I'm skyeert ter go back, an' ter go anywhar; an' I can't fin' nuf'n t' eat, an' I'se er starvin' ter def." "Well, you wait," said Dumps, "an' I'll go bring yer the picnic."
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