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"Better not do anything of that kind, Cuffy," said Deck. "We will stand by you, and we can fire shots enough to kill the whole of them." "Who be you uns, Mars'r?" asked the ferryman, gazing at them, and trying to make them out in the darkness. "We are Union soldiers, just escaped from the enemy," answered Deck. "Bress de Lo'd!" exclaimed the negro.
He said it would be dangerous since Alston's arrest to risk writing, so Henry would have to come to my house with any information that he might have. Henry left at once and the General the next day. "We were alone again. The women and children were weeping over the departure of Henry and the General. Aunt Martha came in and said: "'Bress de good Laud, chil'n, what is you cryin' 'bout.
"Bress you, gemmen! bress you! Served my Master forty-five years and hab nuffin to show for it. Our little patch Hannar Amander got, but I tries to sarve de Lor at de same time, and dere is a better 'count kept ob dat in a place where old Master dead and gone now pas' twenty years, will nebber hab a chance ob getting at de books."
Bress de Laud; he is good to us. I tell yo', de man what said to dig a hole fo' him is a bad man; his name is Whitthorne. I 'member de name kase I knowed de Whitthornes in Jackson, Miss., when I libbed there. Yes, dat so. "At this Mary broke down again. She felt sure that this was some of her people.
"When ye see a poo' man be sure to give him crumbsorum, Lord bress de Lamb glory hallelugerum! Lord bress de Lamb!" At the end of this interminable refrain, drawn out in a youthful nasal contralto, Fleming knocked. The girl instantly appeared, holding the ring in her fingers. "I reckoned it was you," she said, with an affected briskness, to conceal her evident dislike at parting with the trinket.
'Pears like he ain't fur off dis awful night; an', O Lord Jesus!" folding her hands reverently, and looking toward the sea as if she saw her Redeemer walking there, "come an' bress dis poor broken heart dat can't find ye. It's jes' waitin' fur de bressin', an' 'pears like 'twould faint ter def ef ye didn't come. Come, Lord, come." The night wore slowly on.
Does I 'spect ye ken do anything fur dem yer? Bress de Lord! He'll help ye, honey! he'll help ye! An' ef it wa'n't de Lord dat put it in yer head Well, chile," Hagar added, "de Lord's eberywhere, an' 'pears to me like as ef it was his doin'. What ye t'ink, honey?" Noll was looking in the rosy bed of coals, and for a few minutes made no reply; then he said, in answer to Hagar's question,
'Bout dat fight?" he continued to a questioner, "oh, yes, dat was one ob de mos' 'markable fights dar's ever been in Ho'sford county. Yer see 'twuz all along uv Ben Slade an' me. Lor' bress yer, how we did fight! 'Pears ter me dat it must hev been nigh 'bout harf a day we wuz at it." "But you didn't lick Ben, did you, Berry?" asked one of the bystanders in surprise. "Lick him?
I'se been to de willage and got some tea. A man guv it to me as a sample, and I telled him we'se like our tea mighty strong, so you'se all hab a cup of tea to-day, and to-night Miss Edie'll come back wid a heap of money." "Poor old Hannibal!" said Zell, with a sudden rush of tenderness. "I wish I were as good as you are." "Lor bress you, Miss Zell, I isn't good. I'se kind of a heathen.
Foster perceived at once that the man wished his communication, whatever it was, to be unobserved by any one; he therefore moved towards him as if merely to glance at the compass. "Massa," said the negro, without looking at Foster or changing a muscle of his now stolid visage, "you's in a dreffle fix. Dis yer am a pirit. But I's not a pirit, bress you!
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