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"No," says I, "they are as securely cemented with shells as if the stuff had been laid on with a trowel." Jackson, Fallows, the boatswain, and a few of the darkeys stood near, eagerly catching what we said. "A wonderful sight truly!" said Captain Blow, surveying the object with a face almost distorted with astonishment and admiration.
And I can testify that, after an evening party, some weeks later, I beard with pleasure the officers asking eagerly for the countersign. "Who has the countersign?" said they. "The darkeys are on guard to-night, and we must look out for our lives."
"That's all right," said Jack, who had come aboard by this time and was making the skiff fast to the stern. "You see," he added, coming forward, "I wanted to make all the darkeys on the place think that I am going down to Newbern to join the rebel gunboat that so many people seem to think is being built there." "Aw, g'long now, Marse Jack," said Julius.
An' I wishes you 'n' yer purty bride all de hap'ness an' prosp'ity whut kin come ter us pore morsels trablin' frew dis vale ob tears." "Well, Ab," said Mason, gleefully, as Abner, after gratefully thanking the darkeys, proceeded to find a place for the things on the well-loaded sled, "you'd bettah walk straight now; a broom's a dangerous weepon in a woman's hands.
"Mebbe de niggahs all fools, but dey ain't none of dem b'lieves dat." "You hold your tongue," said Jack good-naturedly. "Perhaps our darkeys are all right, and perhaps they are not. It won't do in times like these to trust too many with things that you don't want to have scattered broadcast over the neighborhood.
He shuddered, but rose to his feet. 'Not a man alive on that doomed vessel, he was saying, when anew the still air was rent by the raucous notes of a megalophone: 'Is your exhibit all right? 'Fit as a fiddle, answered Logan through a similar instrument. 'Our exhibits are gone bust, answered Captain Noah Funkal. 'Our professors are in fits. Our darkeys are all dead.
Bands of cockney darkeys came down it, tuning their voices to our native ragtime. Or a balladist, man or woman, took the centre, and sang towards our compassionate windows. Or a musical husband and wife placed their portable melodeon on the opposite sidewalk, and trained their vocal and instrumental attack upon the same weak defences.
We reached the place just in time to see her run across the quarry, slip in between two great blocks that were standing up like statue pedestals on the other side, and disappear. We rushed over, we searched and looked, here and there and everywhere, and all the darkeys searched and looked, but we found no Priscilla. She had gone away.
He wore that air of mystery so dear to darkeys. "Gemmen to see you, Miss Jinny." "A gentleman!" she said in surprise. "Where?" The negro pointed to the lilac shrubbery. "Thar!" "What's all this nonsense, Ned?" said Clarence, sharply: "If a man is there, bring him here at once." "Reckon he won't come, Marse Clarence." said Ned, "He fearful skeered ob de light ob day.
He wore that air of mystery so dear to darkeys. "Gemmen to see you, Miss Jinny." "A gentleman!" she said in surprise. "Where?" The negro pointed to the lilac shrubbery. "Thar!" "What's all this nonsense, Ned?" said Clarence, sharply: "If a man is there, bring him here at once." "Reckon he won't come, Marse Clarence." said Ned, "He fearful skeered ob de light ob day.
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