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Updated: June 25, 2025
"Now, Ah's gwine leave yo' fo' do night," clacked the late guide. "Ef yo' done feel lonesome, yo' jes' whistle de dawgs down to yo'. Dey'll come!" While the light was still there Benson, in ragging silence, gathered the blankets and arranged them. "Roll up one fo' a pillow, under yo' haid," grinned the mulatto. "Dat's all right, sah. Wow, good night, Marse Benson.
I can make blebe dat I wants to take my dinner 'long o' dem to sabe time, an' den dey'll hab a dinner wat'll make Missy real peart 'fore she gin to work," and full of her kindly intentions she bought a juicy steak, some vegetables, a quantity of the finest flour, sugar, coffee, and some spices.
Dey'll free you," and Uncle Billy's voice rose in prophetic tones "an you'll keep on blackin' boots! Go 'long now, you low-down, dollar-an'-a-quarter nigger!" as Jeems Henry backed away. "Go long wid yo' Yankee marsters and git yo' freedom an' a blackin' brush."
Bless grashus! ef chilluns ain't gittin' so dey knows mo'n ole fokes, en dey'll 'spute longer you en 'spute longer you, ceppin' der ma call um, w'ich I speck 'twon't be long 'fo' she will, en den Ill set yere by de chimbly-cornder en git some peace er mine.
"He lives down this way somewhere I don't exactly know where. The Isabel, I think, came down here one year; if so, I am afraid they will know the boat." "Possifus!" exclaimed Cyd, who had been silently listening to this conversation. "Dey'll ketch us, for shore." "I'm not afraid of being caught; but Colonel Raybone almost always visits Mr. Lascelles in the month of May.
And yet Ah'll bet you foh dollahs right out of mah pay, doze pesky cable-scrapers fo'ward 'll eat all dat meat and cuss me in good shape 'cause it ain't mo', and den, mah golly, dey'll sot up all night, Ah'll bet you, yass, sah, a-kicking dey heads off 'cause dey ain't fed f'om de cabin table.
Ben remonstrated with her, and she answered him: "No, suh! I ain' goin' 'sociate wid slaves! I's free!" "But you cuttin' out yo' own husban'." "Dat's diff'ent. I's jined to my husban'." And then petulantly: "I do wish you'd hu'y up an' git yo' free papahs, Ben." "Dey'll be a long time a-comin'," he said; "yeahs f'om now. Mebbe I'd abettah got mine fust."
'We're busy, uncle, said I. 'I'll give you five dollars for five minutes. "But the girl put her hand on my arm to stop me, 'What is it, Uncle Ebenezer? she asked him anxiously. "'It's young Marse, Miss Lindy, the man said, 'Him'n Marse Philip Breck'nridge 'n' Marse Tom's ridin' down de branch right now. Close to hyer dey'll be hyer in fo'-five minutes. "She nodded at him coolly. 'All right.
"I knows," answered the colored man with great dignity. "Dey'll take me fo' jest what I am a mostest profundity educationalized specimen ob de human fambly. But I'se glad we's so neah Mars." "Why? Are you tired of being cooped up here?" asked Mark. "Not prexactly, but mah Shanghai rooster am. He's dat lonesome dat's he's homesick for t' git out an' do a bit ob scratchin' on de ground."
The conversation was here interrupted by a busy hum in the audience; and the auctioneer, a short, bustling, important fellow, elbowed his way into the crowd. The old woman drew in her breath, and caught instinctively at her son. "Keep close to yer mammy, Albert, close, dey'll put us up togedder," she said. "O, mammy, I'm feard they won't," said the boy.
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