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From thankfulness he turned to calm again, and out of calm to sleep. On one of those unattained, and unattainable pinnacles that are known as the Bleaks of Eerie, an eagle was looking East with a hopeful presage of blood. For he knew, and rejoiced in the knowledge, that eastward over the dells the dwarfs were risen in Ulk, and gone to war with the demi-gods.
Didn't expect ye so soon." "I hope that, if unexpected, I am not unwelcome," replied I, a little vexed at this specimen of genuine Pennsylvanian dryness. "You ain't come alone, are you?" continued Bleaks, examining me at the same time out of the corners of his eyes. "Thought you'd have brought us a dozen blackies. We want 'em bad enough."
"I don't set a foot over the threshold till I have received the amount of my salary and advances," replied the man dryly. "Bring me your account," said I. My blood was beginning to boil at the fellow's cool impudence. Bleaks called to his wife, who presently came to the room door. They exchanged a few words, and she went away again.
"Wait but one moment, and allow me to ask a few questions of your overseer," continued the Creole, no way repulsed by my words or manner. "Will Mr Bleaks be so good as to read over his account once more?" "Don't know why I should. Mind your own business," was the churlish answer. "Then I will do it for you," said Ménou.
My poor negroes and negresses were crying and laughing for joy, and gazing at me with expectant looks. I bid then go to their huts; that I would have them called when I wanted them. "D n those blackies!" said Mr Bleaks as they walked away: "they want the whip; it's too long since they've had it."
"The 20th December, twenty-five bales cotton, and four hogsheads tobacco-leaves, delivered to Mr Merton. Is it not so?" Mr Bleaks made no answer. "The 23d December, twenty bales cotton, and one hogshead tobacco, to Messrs Goring. Is it not so?" The overseer cast a fierce but embarrassed look at the Creole. His wife changed colour.
I went and lay on my belly, poring over the clear dulcet little water, and presently saw two tiny bleaks, or ablets, go gliding low among the swaying moss-hair of the bottom-rocks, and thought how gladly would I be one of them, with my home so thatched and shady, and my life drowned in their wide-eyed reverie.
These jovial vagabonds, as the reader will have suspected, were no other than Theodolinda Chuff, Virgil Quimbleton, and the family of Bleaks. Affairs had gone steadily from bad to worse. After the incident or, as some blasphemously called it, the miracle at Cana, Bishop Chuff had commenced ruthless warfare.
Massa, Massa, stop with us!" cried the men. "Massa, dear good Massa! Not go! Mr Bleaks!" yelled the women. I made sign to the captain to wait a moment. "What do you want?" said I, a little moved. One of the slaves stepped forward and bared his shoulders. Two others followed his example. They were hideously scarred and seamed by the whip. I cast stern glance at Bleaks, who grinned a cruel smile.
At Reynard the fox. At the rifle. At the squares. At trump. At the cows. At the prick and spare not. At the lottery. At the hundred. At the chance or mumchance. At the peeny. At three dice or maniest bleaks. At the unfortunate woman. At the tables. At the fib. At nivinivinack. At the pass ten. At the lurch. At one-and-thirty. At doublets or queen's game.
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