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Updated: June 19, 2025
Now, Cunnel, I can kill your tarnal man fellers, for they've riz my ebenezer, and I've kinder got my hand in; but, I rather calkilate, I han't no disposition to kill wimming!"
"Whenst the Cunnel war born," Eugenia went on, languidly reminiscent, "Tobe war powerful outed 'kase she war a gal. I reckon ye 'members ez how he said he hed no use for sech cattle ez that. An' when she tuk sick he 'lowed he seen no differ. 'Jes ez well die ez live, he said. An' bein' ailin', the Cunnel tuk it inter her head ter holler.
'Holein' her down, Cunnel; de ole ting got a mine to blow up dis mornin; I'se got dis barrl up har to hole her down. 'Why, you everlasting nigger, if the top leaks you'll be blown to eternity in half a second. 'Reckon not, massa; de barrl and me kin hole her. We'll take de risk. 'Perhaps you will, said the Colonel, laughing, 'but I won't.
An' Tobe war mighty nigh tickled ter death fur the Cunnel ter hev a cow o' her own."
He was probably the only officer in the place who did that, he knew; the others treated the alien general as though he were a criminal. Worse, they treated him as though he were a petty thief or a common pickpocket criminal, yes, but of a definitely inferior type. General Tallis, as always, stood and returned the salute. "Cut mawnik, Cunnel MacMaine," he said.
"It was," gloomily, "but de ole Cunnel, he won't let us go." The listener was instantly sympathetic. "Why not?" she asked. "He says we owes him." "But didn't you settle at Christmas?" "Yas'm; but when he found we was goin' away, he looked up some more debts." "How much?" "I don't know 'zactly more'n a hundred dollars. Den de boys done got in dat trouble, and he paid their fines."
"Yes, yes, but what did 'Cap'n' Lane say?" interrupted Marian. "He tole me ter say ter you, missy, dat he was gwine ter git well, an' dat you mus'n't worry 'kase you didn't hear from him, an' dat he know you'd be kine to us, 'kase I'd help him win de vict'ry. De surgeon wrote some letters, too, an' gib dem to de Linkum cunnel. P'raps you git one ob dem.
'O yas; nary one but darkies war round, and dey wouldn't hole him. Ef dey'd cotched him den, dey'd hung him, shore. 'Why hung him? ''Cause he'd struck a wite man; it 'm shore death to do dat. 'Do you think Scip will bring him back? 'Yas; 'cause he 'm gwine to tell massa de hull story. De Cunnel will b'lieve Scipio ef he am brack. Sam'll know dat, and he'll come back.
Not one of the occupants of the cabin boasted a pair of stockings, but the father and mother did enjoy the luxury of shoes coarse, stout brogans, untanned, and of the color of the legs which they encased. 'Well, Sandy, how is Lady? asked the Colonel, as he stepped to the bed of the wounded dog. 'Reckon she's a goner, Cunnel; the d d Yankee orter swing fur it.
"An' tell her I'm gwine take good keer o' Hugh an' the Cunnel. Good-bye! now run along!" "All right, sir, good-bye." "An' ef you hear anybody say Tim Mills is a d'serter, tell 'em it's a lie, an' you know it. Good-bye." He turned away as if relieved. The boys said good-bye to all three, and started in the direction of home.
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