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Updated: September 3, 2025
"Spose I am an 'atomy," said the old woman, apparently rather pleased with the epithet than otherwise. "But Lor' bress you, chile, dat won't do at all! You ain't ole enough yet!" and there was an unmistakable sneer on the withered black face, to think that any body could be so verdant. "Ah!" said Egbert Crawford, who neither liked the sneer nor the intimation.
"Why, Lors bress my po' ole soul, young marse an' miss, is yer come sure 'nough? 'Deed I's moughty proud to see yer. How's de ole marse? When he coming back agin?" he queried, as the carriage rolled slowly across the gangplank from the wharf to the deck of the ferryboat.
"Yes, mass'r," the woman began, "we seed Mass'r Lane, may de Lord bress 'im, and he was a doin' well when we lef. He's a true Linkum man, an' if all was like him de wah would soon be ended an' de cullud people free. What's mo', de white people of de Souf wouldn't be so bitter as dey now is." "Tell us your story, mammy," said Marian, impatiently; "tell us everything you know about Captain Lane."
"Don' Miss Chan'ler look sweet," whispered the little girls to one another, devouring her beauty with sparkling eyes, their lips parted over a wealth of ivory. "De Lawd will bress dat chile," said one old woman, in soliloquy. "I t'ank de good Marster I 's libbed ter see dis day." Even envy could not hide its noisome head: a pretty quadroon whispered to her neighbor:
Half the building was store, and half was dwelling house. At the door of the latter stood a regress with a bright turban on her head, to whom Philip called, "Can you tell me, auntie, how far it is to the town of Magnolia?" "Why, bress you chile," laughed the woman, "you's dere now." It was true. This log horse was the compactly built town, and all creation was its suburbs.
'Taint but t'other day you was kissin' Miss Dolly on de plantation." "It seems longer than that to me, Aunt Lucy," I answered, laughing at Dolly's blushes. "You have too good a memory, mammy," said my lady, withdrawing her fingers from mine. "Bress you, honey! De ole woman doan't forgit some things." And she fell back to a respectful six paces. "Those were happy times," said Dorothy.
"Lor bress ye, honey, chile!" she said, turning to Mary, "why, ye looks like a new rose, ebery bit! Don't wonder somebody was allers pryin' an' spyin' about here!" "How is your Mistress, Candace?" said Mrs. Scudder, by way of changing the subject. "Well, porly, rader porly. When Massa Jim goes, 'pears like takin' de light right out her eyes.
Reaching us, every human being must grasp our hands, amid exclamations of "Bress you, mas'r," and "Bress de Lord," at the rate of four of the latter ascriptions to one of the former. Women brought children on their shoulders; small black boys learned on their back little brothers equally inky, and, gravely depositing them, shook hands.
"Lord bless you, sir! safe as safe! I took by-paths, and didn't see a creetur, not one! Why, lord, sir, you had better a-trusted into me from the beginning, than into Capping Pendulum. Bress your soul, marser, there an't that white man going, nor yet that red injun, that can aiqual a colored gentleman into hiding and seeking!" "I can well believe that."
Peninnah Penelope Anne sprang forward, snatched the glossy locks from the puncheons, and with a tender hand righted the structure, while the powder flew about in light puffs at her touch, readjusting a curl here and a cleverly wrought wave there. The valet's pious aspiration from the doorway, "Bress de Lord!" betokened the acuteness of the danger over-past.
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