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Updated: April 30, 2025
"Why you call dis fader, when dat fader. Nick know fader and moder. Major no broder." Notwithstanding the sensations that nearly pressed her to the earth, the tell-tale blood rushed to Maud's cheeks, again, at this allusion, and she bowed her face to her knees.
A white man who was at that time a prisoner among the Indians and who subsequently effected his escape, reported that when the wounded savage reached his tribe he said to the white captive in broken English: "I have bad news for the poor Indian. Me lose a son, me lose a broder. The squaws have taken the breech clout, and fight worse than the long knives."
The following was the chant: "I say, broder, you can't go yet." "When de morning star rise, den we put you in a hole." "Den you go in a Africa, you see Fetish dere." "You shall nyam goat dere, wid all your family." "Buccra can't come dere; say, dam rascal, why you no work?" "Buccra can't catch Duppy, no, no."
"Henri, friend, I knew I should find ye," said Dick, cutting the thongs that bound him. "Get up if ye can; we haven't much time to lose, an' mayhap we'll have to fight afore we're done wi' the Redskins. Can ye rise?" Henri could do nothing but lie on his back and gasp, "Eh! possible! mon frere! Oh, non, non, not possible. Oui! my broder Deek!"
"'I bery much afraid, missy said, shaking her head, 'dat my broder not able to do so if he wish. He borrow money on de plantation and de slabes, and dat prevent him from making any ob dem free. De sale soon come now. You go tell Sam; tell him not to say word to nobody. Den you pack up and come right away wid me to de city.
"Bring up dat shot-gun quick, Massa Charles." "What is it, Chloe?" another female voice asked. "Here am a man pretend he hab lost his way and wants to buy a loaf. You stand back, Miss Lucy, and let your broder shoot de villain dead." "I can assure you that I am not a robber, madam," Vincent said through the partly opened door.
"But one night many owls scream and cry. He say then no go. Me broder he say go. Me fader say yes." "Where are they now?" The young stranger gazed earnestly into the face of his questioner, and at last, apparently comprehending his question, turned and waved his hand toward the forest to indicate that the men to whom he had referred were far away. "Why are you here? Why do you not go with them?"
"Oh Massa Henry," was all the poor creature could say in reply, as he retained the pressure with an emphasis that spoke his profound attachment to both. Then leaning his white head upon his hand against the chimney, and bursting into tears; "berry much change, he poor broder Geral, he not a same at all." Here was a sad opening indeed to the subject.
Me have Shawnee fader and Shawnee broder," and he held up two fingers to indicate the number of his brothers. "What are you doing here? What do you want?" demanded Peleg sharply. He was mystified by the statements which had been made and was fearful of some trap or treachery on the part of his visitor or his companions, who might even then be watching from the nearby forest.
"Sambo poor black nigger obbicer berry white man, but him heart all ob a color. He no Frumpy Massa Geral no like an Irish bestibal. I wonder he no tick up for a broder, Massa Henry." His agitation here was extreme.
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