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"Now, cap'n, fergib de ole man fer sayin' you all wrong. Haint young mistis been breakin' her lil gyurlish heart ober yo' trouble? Am de Lawd dat die fer us wuss'n a graven himage? Doan He feel fer you mo'n we kin? I reck'n you got des de bes' kin' of prep'ration ter go ter 'Im. You got trouble. How He act toward folks dat hab trouble ev'y kin' ob trouble?
"Don't you think, Aunt Minerva," he made answer, "I's gittin' too big to go 'thout any shoes? I's mos' ready to put on long pants, an' how'd I look, I'd jest like to know, goin' roun' barefooted an' got on long breeches. I don' believe I'll go barefooted no mo' I'll jest wear my shoes ev'y day." "I just believe you won't. Go take them off at once and hurry back to your dinner."
"Whyn't they go whar they knows deserters is?" he asked. "Where are they? We heard they had a cave down on the river, and we were going there," declared the boys. "Down on the river? a cave? Ain' no cave down thar, without it's below Rockett's mill; fur I've hunted and fished ev'y foot o' that river up an' down both sides, an' 'tain' a hole thar, big enough to hide a' ole hyah, I ain' know."
One evening, as he sat on a hog-pen talking to Uncle Daniel, who was a preacher, they began to speak of the wickedness among the young negroes on the plantation. "Pyears ter me," said Uncle Rob, "ez ef dem niggers done furgot dey got ter die; dey jes er dancin' an' er cavortin' ev'y night, an' dey'll git lef', mun, wheneber dat angel blow his horn. I tell you what I ben er stud'n, Brer Dan'l.
An' ev'y las' one got a lil fahm so lil you can't plow her; got dig her up wid a spade. Yes, seh, same like you diggin' grave; yes, seh." Raccoon. During the war. The gentle stranger interrupted, still without lifting his eyes from the path. "'Tis better narrowness of land than of virtue." The negro responded eagerly: "Oh, dey good sawt o' peop', yes. Dey deals fair an' dey deals square.
Willy had been too much abashed at his mistake to fully appreciate all of the witticisms over the prisoner, but Frank enjoyed them almost as much as Unc' Balla himself. "Now y' all go 'long to bed, an' I'll go back an' teck a little nap myself," said he, in parting. "Ef he gits out that hen-house I'll give you ev'y chicken I got. But he am' gwine git out. A man's done fasten him up dyah."
If nature gave him two startling eyes that moved independently of each other, Jordan made the most of the fact, as will be seen by the following confession made on the occasion of my questioning him as to the secret of his success as a preacher. "Well, sir," he replied, "yer see, to begin wid: I got three glances, an' dat gimme three shots wid ev'y argimint.
I'm clah to say I wuz 'stonished; but ahta class wuz ovvva, Bro' Moss tole me de 'p'intment wuz made jes' f'on de 'peahunce of my hade, ''Cause, he sez, 'no man cain't be a po' speakah with sich a fine intellec' which we see expressed in de hade of Bro' Thomas Wheatley but, same time, I knowed all time de fus' motion come f'om Sistah Ma'y Ann Jinkins she's a ve'y good friend o' mine, Sistah Ma'y Ann Jinkins thinks a sight o' me; I 'scohts heh to class ev'y Tuesd'y ev'y Tuesd'y, sine die."
"Naw'm, 'tain' nuttin' 'tall de matter. She's des got fidgetty." "Well, I'll come in a minute. Are you better to-day? How's your heart?" "Lawd, Miss Cynthia, hit's des bruised all over. Ev'y breaf I draw hits it plum like a hammer. I hyear hit thump, thump, thump all de blessed time." "Be careful, then. Tell mother I'm coming at once."
"I'se gwine tell 'em I kin prove de gov'nor's de bes' man in de State by'splainin' er de tarif dat I kin prove it by'splainin' er de tarif so dey'll unnerstan' it ev'y word an' when I flirt my hank'chif dat time, Bob's gwine call out 'Yo' time's up, boss! an' I'se gwine answer back, 'Naw 'tain't, Bob, des lemme 'splain de tarif.
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