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I look at 'im fur a minute, en den I let right out, 'Ole Marster, whar de gol'? en he stan' still en ketch his breff befo' he say, 'Hit's all gone, Abel, en de car'ige en de hosses dey's gone, too." En w'en I bust out cryin' en ax 'im, 'My hosses gone, Ole Marster? he kinder sob en beckon me fer ter git down f'om my box, en den we put out ter walk all de way home.
"He wuz born a syndicate en he'll die er syndicate. De Debbil, he ain' gwine tu'n 'm en de Lawd he can't. De preachin' it runs off 'im same es water off er duck's back. I'se done talked ter him day in en day out twell dar ain' no breff lef fer me ter blow wid, an' he ain' changed a hyar f'om what de Lawd made 'im. Seems like he ain' got de sperit uv "
Please, young mass', keep still; don't speak 'bove de breff: ole varmint, he hear ebbery word." The black now talked in whispers, as he glided stealthily around the log. I followed his directions, and remained perfectly "still," watching every movement of my singular companion.
"Yo' done gone an' knocked de breff outen me, dat's whut yo' all done! I'll bash yo' wif a rock, dat's what I'll do!" Koku, laughing, tried to explain that it was all an accident, but Eradicate would not listen. He looked about for a stone to throw at the giant, though it was doubtful, with his feeble strength, and considering the great frame of the big man, if any damage would have been done.
You heard about dissa case? Man nem Jan Han Sun go home his wife no can fine who mudder. Chan Tow smi' vay plou', an' say: 'Oh, my de-ah brudder, I know ole 'bout dissa case. I was to shee dissa man getta ki' in his own houses. Proud. "Magistrate dlaw glate big breff frough his pipe. Swallow smoke clea' down his stomach! Mek big cough nearny cough his top head off! an' wek oneddy!
Wall, fus' de current carried us down a good piece, an' I t'ought it was all ober for dis nigger sho'; den de saddle-girth bust, an' dat seemed to gib Challenger some 'couragement, fur he drawed a long breff an' struck out fur de Kansas sho'. Wall, it war an awful swim, an' no mistake, but bimeby we all landed, 'bout halfway down to Quindaro, blowin' and snortin' like so many steamboats.
I was waked early on the following morning by the jubilant music of "Oh, Su-san'-na-a-a, don't ye cry for me!" and crawling out of the tent I surprised one of our native boatmen in the very act of drumming on a frying-pan and yelling out joyously: "Litenin' struck de telegraf, Killed two thousand niggers; Shut my eyes to hole my breff, Su-san'-na-a-a, don't ye cry!"
An' wat can dey say, honey, dat'll harm you? You prouder'n all ob dem, but you got dis kin' ob pride. Ef de rent fall due you fight again eben you'se ole nuss payin' it. Talk's only breff, but an empty pocket mean an orful lot ob trouble to folks who ain't willin' to take out ob dere pocket wat dey didn't put dere." "Yes, Aun' Sheba, I think it would be the worst kind of trouble."
"Well, you smoke, and there is nothing so unclean as the breath of a smoker. So what do you say to that?" "Well, when I go dere I 'spects to leave my breff behind me." Doubtful Assurances "Do you think they approved of my sermon?" asked the newly-appointed rector, hopeful that he had made a good impression. "Yes, I think so," replied his wife; "they were all nodding." A New Use for an Apple
"Dis look so fa'r and squar' dat Brer B'ar he 'gree, en he take ole Brer Bull-frog by wunner his behime legs, en sling his axe on his shoulder, en off he put fer de big flat rock. When he git dar he lay Brer Bullfrog down on de rock, en Brer Bull-frog make like he lookin' 'roun' fer his folks. Den Brer B'ar, he draw long breff en pick up his axe.
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