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This was all the detective had received for his expenditure of ten dollars, and the old darkey chuckled greatly over the ease with which he had earned the money. When the team was ready, Dick and Jim started out for the purpose of having their horses harnessed, since they had no idea but that they were to accompany the expedition, but such was not a portion of Bob's plan.
I tell you dat for a fac'. I jes' hope she'll go to de bottom 'fore she sees Seven Mile creek agin." The darkey emphasized his words by throwing his bundle as far as he could send it, and by flinging himself over the side as if he had been a bag of cotton. The moment his feet touched the ground he snatched up his property again and disappeared in the darkness.
“Maybe you’ll join us?” Irving shook his head. “I wish I could. But please go on.” Westby squatted again on the window-seat and plucked undecidedly at the banjo-strings. Then he cleared his throat and launched upon a negro melody; he sang it with the unctuous abandon of the darkey, and Irving listened and looked on enviously, admiring the display of talent.
"And I suppose you will stay also, won't you?" said Tom, speaking to the darkey who bent down from his mule and threw a few of the top rails off the fence so that the boys could jump their horses over into the field. "Who? Me? Oh no, sar," answered the guide, with rather more earnestness than the occasion seemed to demand.
"But her Southern accent, Betty. It is so pronounced." "My dear Lyn, it is! She sometimes talks like a little darkey; but to my certain knowledge there are ten small Southerners at the Saxe, of assorted ages and sexes, waiting for adoption." "And she may speak out, Betty. Her silence as to the past will disappear when she has got over her fear and longing." Betty looked more serious. "I doubt it.
He finished the bowl of coffee as deliberately as though the darkey had been somewhere else. "Well, sar! Who's you, sar?" "Eh, Blackee?" "Who's you, sar?" "Good chicken! Good bread! Good bacon!" added Tom. "Are the folks at home, Blackee?" "No, sar; nobody but de women folks, sar. Who's you, sar?" "It don't make much difference who I am. Where's your master?" "Gone to Richmond, sar.
We could not prevail upon him to hunt or to join in any of the equestrian amusements with the neighboring planters, but a quiet fascination drew him to the negroes. Strolling through the "quarters," his grave words, too deep with humor for darkey comprehension, gained their entire confidence.
There was a cheap theater, called "The Star," around the corner, where a noisy crowd of boys and girls could always be found in the gallery. It was a place where you ate peanuts and dropped the shells on the heads of people below, where you scrapped for your seat and joined in the chorus and shrieked over the antics of an Irishman, a darkey, or a Jew.
A darkey stole some money an' watches, an' that like." "They think he stole them," said Tom. "We can hardly believe it." "Why don't Captain Putnam hunt around them air pawnshops fer the watches?" went on Seth Dickerson, after a pause. "The thief would most likely pawn 'em, to my way of thinkin'." "He hasn't much of a chance to do that. But I presume the police will keep their eyes open."
I feel to go without apprehension, and so I go: nobody else goes; but, as the darkey said there at Charleston when the boat ran on a flat and the rebel sharpshooters were peppering them, 'somebody must jump in de water and shove de boat off."
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