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Captain Ellick, a young warrior, who had distinguished himself in discovering to his tribe the base intrigues of Bosomworth, being afraid to accompany Malatchee and his followers, thought fit to set out among the first: the rest followed him in different parties, and the inhabitants, wearied out with constant watching, and harassed with frequent alarms, were at length happily relieved.
In the McAfee MSS. there is an amusing mention of the skin of a huge bull elk, killed by the father, which the youngsters christened "old ellick"; they used to quarrel for the possession of it on cold nights, as it was very warm, though if the hairside was turned in it became slippery and apt to slide off the bed.
"Boss, you see dat smart Ellick?" "Yes, what's the matter with him?" "He's one er deze yer scurshun niggers from Charlstun. I seed you a-stannin' over agin de cornder yander, an' ef dat nigger'd a draw'd his monty kyards on me, I wuz a gwineter holler fer you. Would you er come, boss?" "Why, certainly, Uncle Remus." "Dat's w'at I 'low'd. Little more'n he'd a bin aboard er de wrong waggin.
Then Eliza was sent after Ellick, the negro foreman; and Ellick was not long in finding Blue Dave a suit of linsey-woolsey clothes, a little warmer and a little drier than those the runaway was in the habit of wearing. Then the big greys were put to the Denham carriage, shawls and blankets were thrown in, and Blue Dave was called. "Have you had your supper, David?" said Mrs.
Denham and her maid got in; but when everything was ready, Blue Dave hesitated. "Mistiss," he said, rather sheepishly, "w'en I come 'long des now, de patter-rollers holler'd atter me." "No matter, David," the grim old lady replied; "your own master wouldn't order you off of my carriage." "Keep yo' eye on dat off boss!" exclaimed Ellick, as the carriage moved off.
Dere wuz two un um, an' dey went long gigglin' an' laffin' like a nes'ful er yaller-hammers. Bimeby dey come long agin an' de smart Ellick brush up by me once mo'. Den I say to myse'f, 'I lay I fetch you ef you gimme anudder invite. An', sho' 'nuff, yer he come agin, an' dis time he rub a piece er watermillion rime under my lef' year." "What did you do?" "Me?
The high cost has hit him too.... An' where are we to git the rest? He said at the last it might be better all round fur us to take what Ellick Flick would gimme outen the Poor Fund " Maw hadn't been able to go on for a spell. A pauper's burial for Paw! Surely Maw would manage better than that! She tried to find a better way that very night.
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