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Updated: May 16, 2025
"Wall, I jest come ter tell you dat ef you does need any mo' I knows er man dat'll git it fur you. Me. An' w'en er man fetches er lady de sort o' wood I'd fetch you, w'y she kin tell right dar whut he think o' her. Does you hyarken ter me?" Mammy, slowly moving her iron, looked at him. "Whut de matter wid you, man? Ain't habin' spells, is you?" "I's in lub, lady, dat's whut de matter wid me."
Miss Violy she say he wuz de han'somest boy she ever did see, great big strappin' boy wid de grandest eyes an' " "Dat's enough, dat'll do," exclaimed Zachariah in considerable heat. "Marse Kenneth he got to change his tune, dat's all I got to say. He say Ah am de biggest liar in dis yere land, but, by golly, he ain' ever heared about dis yere gal Hattie.
You must keep a good watch, now, 'cause you'll h'ar something 'fore long dat'll make you wish you had nebber been born. I's heered it often, an' I knows what it is. Good-by; an' de Lor' bress an' protect you;" and, before Frank could speak, Pomp had disappeared. Alone! The young hero had never before comprehended the full meaning of that single word, as he did now.
For a time the child sat patiently watching the embers; then she leaned forward and touched the old woman's knee. "Aunt Ailsey, O Aunt Ailsey!" Aunt Ailsey stirred wearily and crossed her swollen feet upon the hearth. "Dar ain' nuttin' but a hoot owl dat'll sass you ter yo' face," she muttered, and, as she drew her pipe from her mouth, the gray smoke circled about her head.
Dat'll settle yer hash, and with deft hand a piece of poisoned meat was tossed close to the brute's feet as Chunk hastened away. Jute was next wakened and put on the watch. An hour later there came from the soldiers' cemetery the most doleful, unearthly sounds imaginable. No need for Jute and his confederates to arouse the other negroes in the quarters.
I wants dat stop', en w'iles I 'm gone erway I wants de 'spenses cut 'way down en a heap mo' wuk done. Fac', I wants dis yer plantation ter make a reco'd dat'll show w'at kinder oberseah you is.
P'r'aps 'twon't be one ob de fine hous'n, but won't it be a comfible house, dat hain't no cracks, and one dat'll keep out de wind and de rain?
He hurried to the negro owner, who was lolling on the verandah. "I want to go to Buff Bay," he said. "How soon can you get me there?" "De road ain' none too good, Sah," the Jamaican answered, "your bes' way is to take de train f'm Spanish Town. Dat'll land you right in Buff Bay." "I don't want to," answered Stuart, making up the first excuse that came to mind, "I get train-sick.
"Now there's jes one mo' tale," said Diddie, "and that's about 'Annie's Visit, an I'm tired of makin' up books; Chris, can't you make up that?" "I dunno hit," said Chris, "but I kin tell yer 'bout'n de tar baby, el dat'll do." "Don't you think that'll do jes as well, Dumps?" asked Diddie. 'Certingly!" replied Dumps. So Diddie drew her pencil through "Annie's Visit," and wrote in its place,
He didn't git killed, en if you gives him de least reason, he'll bust de will ag'in, en dat's de las' time, now you hear me! So you's got to show him what you kin do in de nex' few days. You got to be pison good, en let him see it; you got to do everything dat'll make him b'lieve in you, en you got to sweeten aroun' ole Aunt Pratt, too she's pow'ful strong with de Jedge, en de bes' frien' you got.
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