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"No, suh!" the junk-dealer said, with emphasis, "I awready done got me a good mule fer my deliv'ry hoss, 'n'at ole Whitey hoss ain' wuff no fo' dollah nohow! I 'uz a fool when I talk 'bout th'owin' money roun' that a-way. I know what YOU up to, Abalene. Man come by here li'l bit ago tole me all 'bout white man try to 'rest you, ovah on the avvynoo.
It were all in hunner dollah bills, an' thu ole woman cached 'em in thu mattrass of her baid. Thu mattrass were stuffed with wild hay, an' one day when thu ole woman were out pickin' Oregan grape an' osho-root fer thu ole man's rheumatiz, a burro loafered into camp an' et up thu hull shootin' match!
"By golly, dat's great!" cried Aleck, from the deck. "I dun' t'ink a lot ob eels was dancin' a jig down dar!" "Come down here, Aleck, and get some of the black washed off!" shouted Tom, gleefully. "Not fo' a dollah, Massah Tom leasewise, not while yo' is around." "What are you afraid of?" asked Tom, innocently. "Yo' is too full ob tricks fo' dis chile.
'Oh, my brotheh! she cried, 'Lawd save my po' brotheh! I's los' him ag'in! I done bid my las' dollah at de fust call!" "And Mingo knew her voice, spied her out?" "Yes, and holloed, 'Sidney! sisteh! till grand-mère wept too and a man called out, 'No one bid that six hundred! But grandpère said: 'I bid six-fifty and will tell all about this unlikely boy if his owner bids again.
"Why, you couldn't make a greater mistake!" "Mistaken! Hah! W'en I ged that memo'andum f'om Dr. Seveeah to paz that fifty dollah at yo' cwedit, it burz f'om me, that egsclamation! 'Acchilly! 'ow that Mistoo Itchlin deserve the 'espect to save a lill quantity of money like that!" The laughter of John and Mary did not impede his rhapsody, nor their protestations shake his convictions.
I want you to say, 'My frien', 'Sieur Innerarity, never care to sell anything; 'tis for egs-hibby-shun'; mais when somebody look at it, so," the artist cast upon his work a look of languishing covetousness, "'you say, foudre tonnerre! what de dev'! I take dat ris-pon-sibble-ty you can have her for two hun'red fifty dollah! Better not be too proud, eh, 'Sieur Frowenfel'?"
"What time was it when he came back?" I asked. "Ha'f past eight, suh." I gave the boy a dollar and he went away happy. Jackson had a sheepish look on his face. "Then Mr. Woods wasn't here all through dinner, Jackson?" "Drat dat boy, he make me out a liah fo' a dollah," he grinned. "Are you sure, absolutely sure, that you saw Mr. Woods at half past eight?" I questioned. "Yas, suh!
But whut we need hain't more lawyers an' sich lak, but more farmahs an' carpentahs an' shoemakahs. An', ez fur land, thar's a track uv 'bout three hundurd acres back thar on Hinkson Crick whut ole man Lucky, I heah, will sell fur one dollah an' two bits a acre lays well, is well watered an' well timbered, an' the sile fairly stinks with richness. All it needs is cl'arin' up.
He nevuh got de yuther fo' dollahs of co'se, 'ca'se he didn't stay in de ole ha'nted house all night, but he 'lowed he'd sho'ly 'arned de one dollah he'd had a'ready." "Why didn't he want to talk to the black cat, Uncle Peter?" "Why didn' he wan' ter talk ter de black cat? Whoever heared er sich a queshtun! He didn' wan' ter talk wid no black cat, 'ca'se he wuz skeered.
Bewildered, she exclaimed: "Dey ain't nothin' heah, Miss Laura, but five great big one hundred dollah bills!" "Take two," said Laura. "And look in that upper drawer. You'll find some pawn-tickets there." "Yassum," said the negress, obeying instructions. "Dat's real money dem's yellow backs, sure!" "Take the two top ones," continued Laura, "and go get my lace gown and one of the hats.
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