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At the same time Bill Lee offered, as an amendment on the lobster question, "Yer wrong 'bout de pot, Dab." "Wrong? Why" "Yes, you's wrong. Glorianny's been an' biled ebery one on 'em, an' dey're all nice an' cold by dis time." "All right. I never did eat my lobsters raw. Just you go and get them, Dick. Bring 'em right over to Ford's house."
I wonder ef de chillun 'll be too proud ter reco'nize deir daddy come back f'um de penetenchy? I 'spec' Billy must be a big boy by dis time. He won' b'lieve his daddy ever stole anything. I 'm gwine ter slip roun' an' s'prise 'em."
"Wal," said he, turning up his nose sky-high, "dis child never seen such a mixallaneous biling 'o darkies as this yar; why darned ef there ain't every colour in the rainbow, from the ace of spades, down to the fine dissolving views."
The banks were often sheer from the water's edge, and made landing difficult or even impossible. In one place for a dis- tance of many miles the river had worn its way through the mountains, leaving high, perpendicular walls of solid rock on either side, forming a sort of canyon.
Parson Jones descanted upon the doctrine he had mentioned, as illustrated in the perplexities of cotton-growing, and concluded that there would always be "a special proviDENCE again' cotton untell folks quits a-pressin' of it and haulin' of it on Sundays!" "Je dis," said St.-Ange, in response, "I thing you is juz right. I believe, me, strong-strong in the improvidence, yes.
"O ho!" he exclaimed. "So it you, da station-man boy, eh? An' you da one whata help Hennessy get away, eh? "An' whata now you do wid dis?" he demanded fiercely, indicating the lantern. "If you can't guess, I'm not going to tell you," declared Alex stoutly, though his heart was in his throat. "O ho! You wonta, eh?
"Ef it's all be'n an' done reco'nized an' 'cided dat I's got de right ter be heared in dis meet'n', I'll say w'at I has ter say, an' it won't take me long ter say it. Ef I should try ter tell all de things dat Miss Noble has done fer de niggers er dis town, it'd take me till ter-morrer mawnin'. Fer fifteen long yeahs I has watched her incomin's an' her outgoin's.
Git de hook! But I hauls out de plunks you give me, an' tells him how I'm here to get a dude suit, an', gee! if he don't haul out suits by de mile. Give me a toist, it did, watching him. 'It's up to youse, says de mug. 'Choose somet'in'. You pays de money, an' we does de rest. So, I says dis is de one, an' I put down de plunks, an' here I am, boss." "I noticed that, Spike," said Jimmy.
Jack Benson began to feel secretly awestruck and "creepy," though he was too full of grit to betray the fact. At the further end of the room the guide, holding the lantern behind his body as though by accident, threw open another door. "Pass right on through dis room, ahead ob me, sah," begged the guide, respectfully. But Jack drew back, instinctively, out of the darkness.
"Bodder de ole han'! Oh, how um do hurt!" "Can't you sleep, Pomp?" I whispered, as I crept softly to his side. "Dat you, Mass' George?" "Yes; I say, can't you sleep?" "Yes, Mass' George. Pomp can't sleep ebber so, but dis 'tupid han' won't let um." "Does it hurt?" "Yes. Big hot fly in um keep goin' froo. Pomp goin' take off de rag." "No, no; let it be; it will soon be better. Go to sleep."
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