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"And were going to thrust in your hand and get it scalded to the bone?" "I'se I'se 'feerd you'd scold," she put her head down in her arm. "Now, Amanda," Miss Liz looked at her reprovingly, "if you think I've nothing to do but sit up nights making poultices on account of your idiocy, you're very much mistaken!
While I was pondering upon what was best to be done, Jupiter's voice was again heard. "Mos feerd for to ventur pon dis limb berry far 'tis dead limb putty much all de way." "Did you say it was a DEAD limb, Jupiter?" cried Legrand in a quavering voice. "Yes, massa, him dead as de door-nail done up for sartain done departed dis here life."
The girl sat down half-crying, half-laughing in her vexation, while Aun' Sheba shook with mirth in all her ample proportions. "Dat ar cake's gwine to be dough for eber mo', Missy Ella," she said. "I'se feerd you'se case am bery serus. Yit I worries mo' 'bout Missy Mara. Heah now, honey, you jes dun beat out. You sit down an' Missy Ella an' me'll finish up in a jiffy.
I said to Lincoln, who had reloaded his gun, and stood eyeing the Mexican, apparently calculating the distance. "I'm feerd, Cap'n, he's too fur. I'd guv a half-year's sodger-pay for a crack out o' the major's Dutch gun. We can lose nothin' in tryin'. Murter, will yer stan' afore me? Thar ain't no kiver, an' the feller's watchin'. He'll dodge like a duck if he sees me takin' sight on 'im."
"Owr Blessed Leady be praised, yo are free," he cried. "Dunna stond tawking here, Ebil," interposed Hal o' Nabs, who by this time had reached the ground, and who was fearful of some new remonstrance on the abbot's part. "Ey'm feerd o' pursuit." "Yo' needna be afeerd o' that, Hal," replied the miller. "T' guard are safe enough.
"Well, de Lord knows I'm 'feerd to go," said Martha; "but ef I sot up for preachin', 'peers to me I wouldn' be'feerd to sass witches nor goses, nor nuffin' else." "I don't preach no time but Sundays, an' dis ain't Sunday," said Uncle Humphrey. "Hy, nigger!" exclaimed Martha in desperation, "is you gwine to go back on de Lord cos 'tain't Sunday? How come you don't trus' on Him week-a-days?"
I was 'feerd the rain would keep you away." Then he grasped the hand of the rabbi with his cold, clammy fingers, and with an intense gaze of the wild eyes, said again, "Do you know me, Marster Abrams? Tell me, do you know me?" The rabbi looked earnestly at him and after a moment's pause said dubiously: "Is it old Uncle Peter Martinet, the carrier of the 'Courier'?"
"Berry like, berry like he gone way," said Snowball, in reply to the interrogatory of little William. "A good ting if dat am de fack; fo' den we hab chance to hook up some o' dese hya abbacore. See dem now! Doan' you see how berry different dey are behavin'. Dey no longer 'feerd. Dat am sign dat de long snout hab turn him nose in some oder direcshun. He gone fo' sartin."
Bodine, charitably, "and we can't expect her to feel about Charleston as we do. The question is, will Mr. Clancy feel obliged to follow her eventually?" "I tink he's 'bliged not ter." "Well, Aun' Sheba, I'm glad you have such strong religious ideas of marriage." "I'se feerd I ain't bery 'ligious 'bout anyting.
While I was pondering upon what was best to be done, Jupiter's voice was again heard. "Mos' feerd for to ventur' 'pon dis limb berry far 'tis dead limb putty much all de way." "Did you say it was a dead limb, Jupiter?" cried Legrand, in a quavering voice. "Yes, massa, him dead as de door-nail done up for sartain done departed dis here life."
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