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Updated: May 21, 2025
"What 'n 'tarnation air ye, anny way? Oh, come now! No fellers is do'n' th' river fur fun, that's sartin ye're jist gov'm'nt agints! That's my way o' think'n'. Well, 'f ye kin find fun in 't, then done go ahead, I say! But all same, we'll be friends, won't we? Yew bet strangers! Ye're welcome t' all in this yere shanty boat ain't no bakky 'bout yer close, yew fellers?"
Some of the other old Masters, who had lots of slaves on fa'ms close by, was so mean to the slaves they owned. They wo'ked the women and men both in the fields and the children too, and when the ole Master thought they was'n't do'n' 'nuf wo'k, he would take his men and strip off their shirts, and lash them with cow-hide whips until you could see the blood run down them poor niggers backs.
Miss Barton, she ast him in class, Thursday, 'bout Ananias and Sappira. 'Johnnie, says she, 'whatever made 'em do sich a wicked thing? 'Well, I do'n' know, says he; 'it was jus' their nassty good-for-nothink, says he; 'but they was great sillies, says he. Oh! he don't mean no harm! lor' bless yer, the men is all born contrary, and they can't help themselves.
Sister Dicey's laugh rang out loud and musical before she replied, "Nevah you min', Brothah Williams. I don' see yo' back bowed so much by de yoke." "Oh, honey, I's labo'in' even ef you do'n know it, but you'll see it on de day." "I 'low you labo'in' de mos' to git dat wife o' yo'n a new dress," and her tormentor's guffaw seemed to admit some such benevolent intention.
In the midst of the hubbub thus produced, an abnormally tall and lanky fellow known as "High" Bedloe pushed up to the bar and made an effort to speak, and finally did say solemnly: "Gen'lmun, Steve, say, gen'lmun, do'n' less mix our drinks!" This was received with boisterous delight, in which Bedloe could not see the joke, and looked feebly astonished.
Jennings, 'you shouldn't go for to set a man agin 'is wife, Jin. Melier do'n' like work, I know, but that's nach'ral to 'er. Bob Jennings's intelligence was sufficient for his common needs, but it was never a vast intelligence. Now, under a daily burden of dull misery, it clouded and stooped.
The silence which followed was broken by Sing who had kneeled opposite Virginia upon the other side of Bulan, where he was feeling the giant's wrists and pressing his ear close above his heart. "Do'n cly, Linee," said the kindly old Chinaman. "Him no dlead."
He seemed about to tune up and whimper. "An' ef I war you-uns, Andy Byers, I'd find su'thin' better ter do'n ter bait an' badger a critter the size o' Rufe!" exclaimed Birt angrily. "That thar boy's 'bout right, too!" said the man who had hitherto been standing silent in the door. "Waal, leave Rufe be, Jubal!" said Byers, laughing. "YE started the fun."
I remember Allworthy at college." "I thought," said the parson, "he had never been at the university." "Yes, yes, he was," says the squire: "and many a wench have we two had together. As arrant a whore-master as any within five miles o'un. No, no. It will do'n no harm with he, assure yourself; nor with anybody else.
He worked whenever he could find a job, my host said in the coal mines and quarries, or on the bottom farms, or the railroad which skirts the bank at his feet. "But I tell ye, sir, th' Italians and Hungarians is spoil'n' this yere country fur white men; 'n' I do'n' see no prospect for hits be'n' better till they get shoved out uv 't!"
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