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I have heard that right there in Georgia there was one white planter I think it was Brantley -who put one of his slaves that had been unruly in a packing screw and ran it down on him till he mashed him to death. The cotton screw was the thing they pressed cotton bales in. They run it down by steam now, but then, they used to run it down with two mules.
They tell a lot of things like that on Brantley. Of course, I couldn't personally know it, but I know he was mighty mean and I know the way he died. Bushwhacking the Ku Klux "He belonged to the paterole gang and they went out after the Negroes one night after freedom. The Negroes bushwhacked them and killed four or five of them. They give it out that the men that was killed had gone to Texas.
Your sister was in a terrible state of mind, and offered me a thousand dollars to put to sea. Brantley, old man, I wouldn't take a dollar from her God bless her but I did put to sea, and I've searched nigh on twenty islands, and scores of reefs and sandbanks " "Thank you, Latham," said Brantley quietly; "when we get on board you can give me further particulars of the islands you've searched."
I don't believe there's a soul on the island but thinks as much of me as Luita herself does; and, by G-d! she's a pearl even though she is only a native girl. No, I'll stay here; 'Kapeni Paranili' will always be a big man in the Paumotus, but Fred Brantley would be nobody in Sydney only a common merchant skipper who had made money in the islands.... And perhaps Doris is married."
The poor whites, Johnson and Jones, ran home to see to their homesteads, and were better friends than ever to Prophet Nat. He never was a Baptist preacher, though such vocation has often been attributed to him. The impression arose from his having immersed himself, during one of his periods of special enthusiasm, together with a poor white man named Brantley.
She assented, and they walked away. Mr. Brent, thus left behind, naturally felt aggrieved, and turned to Mrs. Brantley with some slight irritation stirring his usually courteous repose. "It strikes me that Major Clare's manners decidedly lack polish," he said with an air of grave reprehension.
Sometimes when the longing to see her again would come upon him, he would have talked of her to his native wife, but he was by nature an uncommunicative man, and the thought of how Doris must feel her loneliness touched him with remorse and made him silent. Another year passed, and matters had gone well with Brantley.
If you have never camped on a mountain, the novelty is well worth experiencing, and these midsummer nights have scarcely any length, you know. Then the sunrise is magnificent." "That is exactly what we will do," cried Mrs. Brantley, clapping her hands with childish glee. And the proposal, being submitted to the company, was unanimously carried. Meanwhile, Eleanor Milbourne was walking with Mr.
Brantley had often heard her speak of it, this solitary spot in the wide Pacific, and now, as he looked at the pretty, verdure-clad island against the weather shore of which the thundering rollers burst with a muffled roar, he was surprised at its length and extent, and decided to pay it a visit some day. "Not now, Rua," he said to the steersman, "but it shall be soon.
He placed one hand around the pliant waist and under the mantle of hair, and drew her towards him, and then, moved by a sudden emotion, kissed her soft, red lips. "Luita," he asked, "would it hurt thee if I were to go away?" The girl drew away from him, and, for the first time in two years Brantley saw an angry flush tinge her cheek a dusky red.
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