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She waved him away, the pipe in her hand. "Tumble into yo' bunks," she ordered. "Old Mag doesn't sleep hasn't slept for more years than you-uns are bo'n already. That is why she knows more than others yes! The spirits of the night come and whisper to her while she stays awake." "Arrah! D'ye hear that now?" whispered Irish Jemmy hoarsely. "'Tis as much as our lives are worth to stay here."
I got on and dey all pull out pistols and tell me to "git;" dat's wa't dey say, and sho' you bo'n, I git an' de lettice go one way, de 'sparagrass go anoder way, and eggs go de Lord knows whar to smash, I reckon. Dey all gone, sho, an' I's hyar. Dey shoot when I go. I 'spect I be kill; but I'm hyar, sho'; dis is ole Ham; he 'scape. "We all laughed in fact, could not help it.
De hull time dat black hen wuz a-settin', Cephus he was bleeged ter lay right spang on de bar' flo' caze we'uz afeared de aigs 'ould addle. Lawd! Lawd! dey wuz plum three weeks a-hatchin', en de weather des freeze thoo en thoo. Cephus he's been crippled up wid de rheumatics ever sence. Go 'way f'om yer, marster. I warn't bo'n yestiddy. Thirty cents!" "Not a copper more, I tell you.
She looked into the mirror and stood content with what she saw reflected there. "How much of a relation is he, Celia?" balancing the rosy bow with a little cluster of pink hyacinth on the other side. Celia Craig, forefinger crooked across her lips, considered aloud. "His mother was bo'n Constance Berkley; her mother was bo'n Betty Ormond; her mother was bo'n Felicity Paige; her mother "
They both died, and than ah was married Cora heah, and ah had six child'en, one girl and fo' boys. And Bob's about thutty or fo'ty. Ah done lost al mah rememb'ance, too ole now. But Mollie died when he was bo'n, and he is crazy. He ain't married neithah. "After the wah, ah bought a fiddle, and ah was a good fiddlah. Used to be a fiddlah fo' the white girls to dance.
I was bo'n an' raised in de Souf, an' in de Souf I stay ontwell I die. Ef I have to go Nawth to injoy my freedom I won't have it. I'll quit wo'kin fu' it." Ben was positive, but he felt uneasy, and the next day he told his master of the whole matter, and Mr. Raymond went down to talk to Viney. She met him with a determination that surprised and angered him.
"Hadn't we better try to get down there, and help those men out?" suggested Harry. "Perhaps they are not dead yet." "Aunt Debby, thet thar hoss thet's rain' his head an' whinnyin'," said Fortner, with sudden interest, "is Joel Sprigg's roan geldin', sho's yore bo'n, honey." He pointed to where a shapely head was raised, and almost human agony looked out of great liquid eyes.
"You're right," replied Dan idly, filling his pipe and lighting it with a small red ember, "and all things considered, I don't think I'll raise any racket about that middling, Big Abel." "Hit ain' all nigger food, no how," added Big Abel reflectively, "caze de 'ooman she done steal it f'om w'ite folks sho's you bo'n."
You may fit all you wanter I ain' sayin' nuttin' agin yo' fittin ef yo' spleen hit's up but you could er foun' somebody ter fit wid back at home widout comin' out hyer ter git yo'se'f a-jumbled up wid all de po' white trash in de county. Dis yer wah ain' de kin' I'se use ter, caze hit jumbles de quality en de trash tergedder des like dey wuz bo'n blood kin."
"I 'low dat turkle's bo'n free," gasped Sandy, picking himself up and shaking the water from his clothes. "He ain't gwine to give up dat calapee yet, da's a fac'." The boys having repaired damages and unloaded the sand received during the mêlée, and the moon being now well up, the tramp around the key was commenced.
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