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'George is getting on very well, said Miss Lavinia which might not have been supposed at the moment 'and I dare say we shall be married, one of these days. I didn't care to mention it when you were with your Bof here Miss Lavinia checked herself in a bounce, and added more placidly, 'when you were with Mr and Mrs Boffin; but now I think it sisterly to name the circumstance.
"Sposin' I was to go to N' Orleans an' take sick and die, Laik a bird into de country ma spirit would fly." And after a while down the path the red and yellow of Mammy Easter's bandanna was seen. "Supper, Miss Jinny. Laws, if I ain't ramshacked de premises fo' you bof. De co'n bread's gittin' cold."
"De gospel it all right, bof in de dark an' de light o' de moon; but you keep on foolin' wid it an' follerin' it an' you gwine lose yo' min'. I knows whut I talkin' erbout. You got ter come ter de 'clusion dat de Lawd knows best an' not pry too fur inter his erfairs. Tom inquired. "Now, Mr. Tom, whut put dat inter yo' head? Ef I had ernudder quarter I could open up er 'skussion dat "
"Good-bye, little misses," said Uncle Pomp, grasping Diddie's hand in one of his and Dumps's in the other; "good-bye; I gwine pray fur yer bof ev'y night wat de Lord sen'; an', mo'n dat, I gwine fotch yer some pattridge aigs de fus' nes' wat I fin's."
What I's agwine to say is dars a lot o' white livers on bof sides, an' dese dey runs away, takes to de mountains and becomes rubbers. But dey's not all bad alike, dough none of em's good. You's heer'd ob Conrad ob de Mountains, massa?" "Yes, Pedro mentioned his name. He seems to be a celebrated bandit." "Well, I's not sure.
"Well, I'se bo'n Monro' County, West Virginia, on January 15, 1852, jes' few miles from Union, West Virginia." "My mammy wuz Dinnah Alexander Campbell an' my pappy wuz Levi Campbell an' dey bof cum frum Monro' County. Dat's 'bout only place I heerd dem speak 'bout."
Well, at dat time de king uv all de fishes an' birds, an' all de little beas'es, like snakes an' frogs an' wums an' tarrypins an' bugs, an' all sich ez dat, he wur er mole dat year! an' he wuz blin' in bof 'is eyes, jes same like any udder mole; an', somehow, he had hyear some way dat dar wuz er little bit er stone name' de gol'-stone, way off fum dar, in er muddy crick, an' ef'n he could git dat stone, an' hol' it in his mouf, he could see same ez anybody.
Den he mount on Nancy Jane O, he did; an', mun, she wuz so proud, she an' de frog bof, tell dey flew all roun' an' roun', an' Nancy Jane O, she 'gun ter sing, "'Who on-tied, who on-tied Po' Nancy Jane O? An' de frog he ans'er back, "'Pig-un-a-wa-ya, Pig-un-a-wa-ya, hooo-hooo!
Bof say das a big lie so at it dey goes hammer an' tongs to prove ha! ha! to prove dey's bof right. Oh my!" Here the negro opened his cavernous jaws and gave vent to another explosion of shrill laughter. "What fools dey is!" "Then you think it is only fools who fight, Quashy?" "Ob coorse, massa.
Hold. Stop," cried, the Moor, seizing the arm of his friend. "You be mad. Unposs'ble I say? no, yes, poss'ble anuf for you 'scape without your body. But me save bof. Me knows hole in de rocks; come take you dere," here the Moor became emphatic, and lowered his voice to a whisper, "no boddy do knows it. All dead w'at know'd it vonce. Me was a what you call? pirate vonce.
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