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Praised be de name ob de Lawd. He gib me Sal again. De little Chile dat I nussed, dat I raised up in God's 'ligion. Mistah Cantah, save her, suh, f'om dat wicked life o' sin. De Lawd Jesus'll rewa'd you, suh. Dis ole woman'll wuk fo' you twell de flesh drops off'n her fingers, suh." And had he not held her, she would have gone down on her knees on the stone flagging before him.
It was well toward noon, and Eddring was busying himself about other matters, when he heard the knock of his faithful henchman, Jack, and bade him enter. "Lady done sent me over f'om de hotel, sah," said Jack. "I brung her trunk up f'om de de-pot. Heah's her kyard. She's over to the hotel, an' wants you to come oveh dah." Eddring started to his feet as he saw the name upon the card.
"Go 'way f'om yer, Ole Marster," protested Congo from the box, flicking at the harness with his long whip. The Governor looked a little anxiously at the negro, and then shook his head impatiently. Though a less exacting master than the Major, he had not the same childlike trust in the slaves he owned. "Shall you not turn back?" he asked, surprised.
But cap'n, he have a little roun' hole in the back of his head. Yass, sah he was shot f'om behine!" The sea that night was as calm and as untroubled as if the day had passed in Sabbath quiet. It seemed impossible that we had endured so much, that Captain Whidden and Mr. Thomas were dead, that the space of only twenty-four hours had wrought such a change in the fortunes of all on board.
G'way f'om dere I tell ye!" "No, you pick them up, Todd they're too heavy for you, aunty. You go back to your kitchen and hurry up breakfast waffles, remember, and some corn pone and a scallop shell or two I'm as hungry as a bear." The whole party were mounting the steps now, St.
Now life was simplified. Oh, yes; and St. Pierre made matters better still by saying to Zoséphine: "I dinn' know you got one lill gal. Claude never tell me 'bout dat. I spec' dat why he dawn't want 'come yeh. He dawn't like gal; he run f'om 'em like dog from yalla-jacket. He dawn't like none of 'm. What he like, dass his daddy. He jus' married to his daddy."
But neither awe nor rapture dawned there. She repeated the name, inclining her head coquettishly; but it evidently meant nothing to her. She was merely trying its sound. "Gideon, Gideon. I don' call to min' any sech name ez that. Yo'-all's f'om up No'th likely." He was beyond the reaches of fame. "No," said Gideon, hardly knowing whether he was glad or sorry "no, I live south of heah.
Kit an' Joe lef' me, an' dey said de pen'tentiary divo'ced you an' me, an' dat you 'd nevah come out nohow. Don't look at me lak dat, Be'y." "You ain't my wife no mo'? Hit 's a lie, a damn lie! You is my wife. I 's a innocent man. No pen'tentiay kin tek you erway f'om me. Hit 's enough what dey 've done to my chillen." He rushed forward and seized her by the arm.
At the word "arrest" his wife collapsed utterly, and sobbed on her husband's shoulder. "Send the woman away." "I won't go," cried Fannie stoutly; "I 'll stay right hyeah by my husband. You sha'n't drive me away f'om him." Berry turned to his employer.
"W'en Ben seed her comin' he waited 'til she got close by, an' den he stepped out 'n de woods an' come face ter face wid her. She didn' 'pear to know who he wuz, an' seem kinder skeered. "'Hoddy, Dasdy honey, he said. "'Huh! she said, ''pears ter me you'er mighty fermilyer on sho't acquaintance. "'Sho't acquaintance. Why, doan' yer know me, Dasdy? "'No. I doan know yer f'om a skeercrow.
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