Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 15, 2025
And 'sides, I done had his life assured 'gainst dis occasiom, an' I belongs ter de sassiety wha' burys folks in style wid regalions. Dey all wears purple velvet scaffses ober dey shoulders an' ma'ches side de hearse. Dar ain' nothin' cheap an' no 'count bout DAT sassiety. No ma'am!
"That's the girl. Her name is Bed. I want to meet her. Heard so much about her. Jane dear introduce me, there's a dar link," Judith muttered. "Someone is coming and I just hope it is Prexy or Proxy. I'll open the door wide as I can," declared the outraged Jane. She stepped over the long girl but even the tap on the door did not disturb Judith. "It's I are you up, Jane?"
The Mahasni Sin Samani The Bazaar Moorish Saints See the Ayana! The Prickly Fig Jewish Graves The Place of Carcases The Stable Boy Horses of the Moslem Dar Dwag. I was standing in the market-place, a spectator of much the same scene as I have already described, when a Moor came up to me and attempted to utter a few words in Spanish.
That was something entirely novel, and it is no wonder that they were anxious to see their property. "I hopes, Mah'sr John," said Aunt Judy to Mr. Loudon, "dat dem dar merchines ain't a-goin' to bust up when dey're lef' h'yar all alone by theyselves." "Oh, there's no danger, Aunt Judy," said Mr. Loudon, "if you don't meddle with them.
It was too great to be kept a secret even until Christmas Day. "Dar, Mammy! Wat I tells yo'? I tells yo' Missy Sylvia gwine to look out fer us," Estralla declared triumphantly, evidently not at all surprised. "But it is Mr. Robert Waite who has given you your freedom," Sylvia reminded them, "and my father says that you must both go with me and thank him."
Buzzard by de tail, he did, en make fer ter dash 'im 'gin de groun', but des 'bout dat time de tail fedders come out, en Mr. Buzzard sail off like one er dese yer berloons; en ez he riz, he holler back: "'You gimme good start, Brer Fox, sezee, en Brer Fox sot dar en watch 'im fly outer sight." "But what became of the Rabbit, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.
Reach up dar on dat shelf and git dat piece o' paper behin' de 'lasses gourd." Gregory obeyed promptly, and pulled out a half-sheet of note-paper from behind the gourd. The paper had been there a good while, and was rather yellow-looking.
"BRER REMUS, is you heern tell er deze doin's out yer in de udder eend er town?" asked a colored deacon of the church the other day. "W'at doin's is dat, Brer Ab?" "Deze yer signs an' wunders whar dat cullud lady died day 'fo' yistiddy. Mighty quare goin's on out dar, Brer Remus, sho's you bawn." "Sperrits?" inquired Uncle Remus, sententiously. "Wuss'n dat, Brer Remus.
But the old man possessed a stubborn soul, not easily to be frightened. "Wot I says in de pulpit," he remarked, "I'll 'splain in de pulpit, an' you all ud better git 'long to de chu'ch, an' when de time fur de sarvice come, I'll be dar."
One day dar war a circus in Hopkinsville en er black wooman I'se war ergoing ter wait on war on de street to watch foh de parade en wid de bands er playing en de wild varmits en things dis woman give birth ter dat girl chile on de corner of Webber and Seventh St. Of course it is a name I have never heard before so the following is what the girls Mother said about it to Aunt Easter.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking