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"Oh, mam, dats de place whar de black people fight de rebels so, wasn't it?" remarked Dinah, for such was her name. "Yes, that was the place," replied the former. "I see that your husband has lost one of his hands: did he lose it in the war?" "Oh no, missus," said Dinah. "When dey was taken all de men, black an white, to put in de army, dey cotched my ole man too, and took him long wid 'em.
My Lan’! but dats a piece, dat Grégor,” Aunt Belindy enunciated between paroxysms of laughter, seating herself with her fat arms resting on her knees, and her whole bearing announcing pleased anticipation. “Dat boy neva did have no car’ fur de salvation o’ his soul,” groaned Uncle Hiram. “W’at he ben a doin’ yonda?” demanded Aunt Belindy impatiently.
I don't know how old I am, dey never told me down dere, but the folks here say I'm a hunderd yeah old an' I spect dats about right. My fathah's name wuz Jack Brown and' my mammy's Nellie Brown. Dey wuz six of us chillun, one sistah Hannah an' three brothers, Jim, Harrison, an' Spot. Jim wuz de oldes an' I wuz next.
I was getting few more than usual just now because I was going to share them with some friends of mine. I really wouldn't try to eat these all by myself." "Hermpf," snorted Aunt Esmerelda. "I suppose yo' friends include dat good for nuttin' Andy, whose all da time botherin' Uncle Jonas hawses. But dats all right, chile; ef you likes my cookies, you jus hep yoself to dem. Dat's what day is fo."
"Oh, you go long, honey. Doan you make light ob serus tings." "I'm doing nothing of the kind, Aun' Sheba. I've too much respect for you." "Oh, well, honey, sich as you gits 'ligion jes as you did de measles. It's kin ob bawn an' baptize inter yez wen you doan know it. But I'se got to hab a po'ful conwiction ob sin fust, an' dats de trouble wid me.
"Dar now, Marse Cole, it's a blessed thing, dat you'se got me and dese udder fellows to look atter dis mess, kaze if it twant for us, you'd go hungry many a time, and dats a fac." "Well," said another officer, "its a bully old breakfast any how, and we don't know when we'll get such another."
"Ya-as," said Peter gratefully, "dats yust it, missus, only, of course I couldn't say it like dat. I t'ank you, missus. Vell, den, I lof Edit' ever since I come here last fall, ver' much, yust like you lof Mr. Gray only, of course, you can't believe dat, missus." "Yes, I can," said Sylvia. "So I say," went on Peter, looking only at Sylvia now, "Edit' need you, but Mr. Gray, he need you, too.
You neber did see anything but I sho had heared de doors slam en de silver rattle en at night in my cabin near to hit I'd sees lights bob up en down. Any body in dis town can tell you dats so foh dey tore dis house down ter run de hants eraway. "People don bother bout de moon much now but if dey would lissen ter de ole niters dey would always hev good crops.
If you wanted to voyage dere, f'r instance, you'd 'ave ter get a promise o' peace, a 'Besa' they calls it, from one of dese tough fellers, and he makes 'imself responsible to end any feller wat disturbs you; 'e can post a babby along o' you and so long as the kiddie's wid yer nobody'll touch you. Dats so, Mister Jim, you bleeve me.
"One ob dem interrogatorial projections at a time, Massa Jack. Where am Massa Mark?" "Here I am," replied Jack's chum, as he followed him out on the platform of the train, which had come to a stop. "Dats right!" exclaimed Washington. "Let me hab yo' extended article ob transportation an' I'll jest expidite it in " "I guess you mean it, all right," interrupted Jack. "But what's up?
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