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Updated: May 28, 2025
Princess Caroline herself draws an unattractive picture of her home-life, in answer to Lady Charlotte Campbell's question, "Were you sorry to leave Brunswick?" "Not at all," was the answer; "I was sick tired of it, though I was sorry to leave my fader. I loved my fader dearly, better than any oder person. But dere were some unlucky tings in our Court which made my position difficult.
"All 'long side dat tree?" "Oh, yes," I cried; "what is it a big fish?" "No; dat nice lil 'gator, sah." "What? Why, we couldn't eat alligator." "Oh, yes; eat um, got nuffum else," cried Pomp, to my great disgust. "But even if you would eat the nasty wretch, you can't catch it." "No," said Pomp. "Tell um fader can't catch.
"Dis ole man Clump was 'is body-sarvant: but Clump was not ole den, and he follow his massa to de war dat was long, long before dose young gemmen was born afore dey was tinked of and Massa Tregellin deir fader was young gemmen like dose, but more politer.
You have noting to fear we are too much in want of good friends like you to lose them, but we must be safe and shure; now you are von of us you cannot tell but we can tell too we profit togeder, and I vill hope dat we do run no risk to be hang togeder. Fader Abraham! we must not think of that, but of de good cause, and of de monish.
Quanonshet and Madokawandock were too confounded for reply. "Shposing your poor old fader should go crazy!! Here he is working himself to skin and bone Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock, ain't you got dat cooked?" "No!" screamed the wife. "You big, lazy man, get up and stir yourself! You don't do anything but sleep and smoke, while I'm working all the flesh off my bones for you!"
When Vina reached this point in her story the judge became aware that his wife and himself were not the only listeners. Father Abram, true to his appointment, had come around to see if the judge's scruples had been overcome, and to ask for the marriage license. "Fader Abram," said Vina, "tell Miss' Fairdealer how yer done foun' John Brown." "Couldn't help findin' her," replied the old man.
Sometime ven mine fader und mutter die mit me, und dere vas nopody to gif leetle Johnny notings, vat should he do, if did not come some goot peoples vat take und eat him und sleep him? I don' forget; und how I vas done py, I do mit der oders. Mine wife she vas so goot as a mutter for dem."
"Don't you know who dot vos?" interrupted Otto, whose face seemed to grow wider with its immense grin. "How should I know." asked Jack, in turn. "Dot was mine fader. I dinks yon vosn't such a fool dot you wouldn't know dot right away." "I knew that he was the stingiest man in Kentucky, but I didn't suppose you spelled his name 'h-o-g."
He stood erect now with a sense of freedom and manhood: a comparatively easy life had untied the knots that rheumatism had twisted in his muscles, and the weight of fully twenty years seemed to have been lifted from his shoulders. He heard her story. "'Pears like de Lord has got more work for Fader Abram," he said simply; and shortly after he found a way to do the Lord's work.
I not know for sure widin two or three year, for when I young man I no keep account. My fader was de chief of dis village, just as I am now, but de village was not like dis. It was not so big, and was berry dirty and berry poor, just like the oder nigger villages. Well, sar, dere am nothing perticlar to tell about de first years of my life. I jus' dirty little naked nigger like de rest.
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