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Updated: May 6, 2025
Right when she ain't got nothin'? Look heah, nigger; dog-gone yo' skin, I got a great min' for to mash yo' mouf. Yas, I is a slave. I b'longs to Mars Cary an' I b'longed to his pa befo' him. Dey feed me and gimme de bes' dey got. Dey take care of me when I'm sick an' dey take care of me when I'm well an' I gwine to stay right here. But you? You jes' go on wid de Yankees, an' black der boots.
"But one o' these here magazine deteckatiffs might be able ter hook up Joe with them missin' coins, jes' the same. Mebbe he's a sernamb'list," suggested, Walky, with a sly grin. "A what?" demanded Massey, with a startled look. "He's an Odd Feller, an' a Son o' Jethro. I don't know what other lodges he b'longs to." "Jefers-pelters!" ejaculated Walky, "who's talkin' about lodges?
I never did see any thing look so much like a sugar pig." It did Mr. Allen and aunt Madge a world of good to see the child so pleased. "Do you know," said she, eagerly, "who that piggy b'longs to?" "Why, to grandpa, I suppose." "O," said Prudy, very sadly, while the bright color died out of her cheeks at once, "I didn't know but it b'longed to grandma."
But, tell me, are you really one of the crew of this pirate vessel?" "No, massa, only for dis viage. I b'longs to a old sinner called Hassan, what libs in de country, not far from de town. He not a bad feller, but he's obs'nit oh! as obs'nit as a deaf an' dumb mule. If you want 'im to go one way just tell him to go toder way an' you've got 'im."
Oh, yas, sir; he b'longs to all three schools to fo' for that matter, countin' the home school. You see, Sonny he's purty ticklish to handle, an' a person has to know thess how to tackle him.
"Dunno how ole I ez. I wuz bawn in slavery en b'longs ter de Brown family. Mah Missis wuz Missis Jean R. Brown en she wuz kin ter Abraham Lincoln en I useter y'ar dem talkin' 'bout 'im livin' in a log cabin en w'en he d'ed she had her house draped in black. Marster Brown wuz also good ter his slaves. De Missis promus Marster Brown on his de'th bed nebber ter let us be whup'd en she kep her wud.
So intent was he upon the task of taking care of this particular shipment that he had forgotten the Superintendent, and started and almost stared at him when he shouted the observation that the messenger was a little late with his tree. "'Tain't mine," he said sadly, shaking his head. "B'longs to the fellow 't swiped your coat."
"Gibault," said Bounce emphatically, "did you fire at all?" "Non, pour certain, cause de gun he not go off." "Then," continued Bounce, handing the much-coveted necklace to Bertram, "the thing b'longs to you, sir, for that bar comed up wounded, an' as he couldn't ha' wounded hisself, you must ha' done it there."
Why, it b'longs t' one o' th' boys on th' Central! but how th' dickens did it ever get here? An' here's a lot of old clothes th' sort o' rags th' low-down Greasers wear. An' I'm blest," he went on, as he picked up a scrap of paper from the floor, "if this ain't a Mexican Central ticket from Leon to Silao! It's dated last June, an' it's only punched once, so 't couldn't 'a' been used all the way.
"Ah, it's the day for Grace's party, sure enough," said her grandmother, sighing a little, and stirring faster at her drop-cake. "You mean my party," said Prudy, dancing around the table. "The party b'longs to me. You didn't know that, did you?" "You'd better go and talk to your aunt Madge," said grandma, "I'm busy." "O," said Prudy, "I guess you ain't glad I got up.
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