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"I char 'tater, spit it out on my finger an' wipe 'cross de chile's mouf, arter dat I make a sugar rag, put some sweet flag in it, put de rag in de chile's mouf and lay it down; it goes to sleep, an' wen it wakes up ef it cries I gin it some more 'tater." "But," queried the Colonel, "suppose it is sick?"
De queen she lef' her baby layin' aroun' one day, en went out callin'; an one 'o de niggers roun'bout de place dat was 'mos' white, she come in en see de chile layin' aroun', en tuck en put her own chile's clo's on de queen's chile, en put de queen's chile's clo'es on her own chile, en den lef' her own chile layin' aroun', en tuck en toted de queen's chile home to de nigger quarter, en nobody ever foun' it out, en her chile was de king bimeby, en sole de queen's chile down de river one time when dey had to settle up de estate.
Used to say Ouah Fathuh right in dis same room 'fo' he went to sleep. Ef I 'd 'a' knowed "En dat po' lil w'ite chile's daddy en mammy, dey done raise 'er used to say 'er prayers en laff en sing en trus' de Almighty Gawd " He raised his sinewy arms and shook the gun aloft. "Ah, Gawd Almighty! Gawd Almighty! Whah is You dis night? Whah is You?" cried the old man.
Sarah Jane rushed inside as fast as her mammoth proportions would admit and caught a culprit in each huge black paw. "What yer up ter now, Jimmy Garner?" she asked. "What yer been er-doing?" Sudden suspicion entered her mind as she caught sight of the empty bottle lying on a chair. "You been er-putting' suthin' on my chile's head!
"Well, chillun," said Mammy, plucking away at the chicken, "dat's so; it is a curus name like; me'n de ole man he dead an' gone, chillun, long fo' you was born; me'n de ole man 'sulted long time 'bout dat chile's name an' he war goin' on six months old fo' we name him at all." "Well, how did you happen to call him Grief?" insisted Joe. "Yes, honey, yes.
Da eat one dead chile's face all one side off, an' one of its feet was all gnawed off. I don't want to leave my chile on dis bare groun'." The grief of this poor mother was distressing in the extreme. She knew not whether her husband and three older children, sold away two years previously, were still slaves or living, as she had never heard a word from them since they were taken from her.
Clar for't if de folks from de Norf don't gin de blacks money to sing de ole-time songs an' rock an' weave back an' forth till dey have de pow'. I don't think much of dat ar, jess 'musin' theyselves wid our religion; and Jake looked his disgust, and continued: "'Mandy Ann like mighty well to jine 'em, but I hole her back, an' now she's 'Piscopal, ef she's anything, an' when de girl twins come, Dory an' Judy, she borrowed lil chile's gown agin.
"Beyond a doubt, she's been an' goed an' dud it that air garl Concheeter. Them shining eyes o' her'n hev shot clar through this chile's huntin' shirt, till thar's no peace left inside o' it. I hain't slep a soun' wink for mor'en a week o' nights; all the time dreemin' o' the gurl, as ef she war a angel a hoverin' 'bout my head. Now, Frank, what am I ter do?
Both were absorbed in the story, and every picture was examined with scrupulous care. Another occupant of the nursery was "Chany," the under nursemaid. Gawky, sleek, and black, she sat flat upon the floor, her large, well-shod feet turned to the fire, a picture of lazy, vacant content. "Ch-Ch-Chany," stuttered Mammy, "look in de top drawer an' git a hankcher and blow dat chile's nose.
"Gwine to shoot him!" groaned Cyd. "Hossifus! gwine to shoot ole Massa Raybone!" "Do you want to go back to Redlawn with him, Cyd?" demanded Dan, with compressed lips. "Don't want to go back, for shore. Gossifus! Dis chile's a free man now." "Then use your gun when I tell you." "Cyd do dat, for sartin," replied he, examining the lock of the fowling piece. "Mossifus!
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