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Updated: May 19, 2025
You's a good guesser. "An' so now, in de name o' Col' Spring Chu'ch, Brer Jones, I thanks you ag'in fur a bar'l o' flour, an' I tecks it mighty kin' o' you too, 'caze I knows deys a heap o' 'Piscopalpalian preachers wha' wouldn't o' done it! Dey'd be 'feerd dat ef dey gi'e any o' de high-risin' 'Piscopalpalian flour ter de Baptists dat dey'd ruin it wid col' water!"
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."
To little William it was a matter of some surprise when the ex-sea-cook spoke so confidently, and acted, moreover, as if he had no fear of frightening the shy-looking creatures that were swimming alongside. "Why, Snowy?" asked the lad, "why is there no fear of their being scared off?" "Kase, lilly Willy, I hab de idea dar be something else not far off, dat dem albacore am more feerd on dan we.
I even been callin' him "it" to myself all along, so 'feerd thet ef I set my min' on either the "he" or the "she" the other one might take a notion to come an' I didn't want any disappointment mixed in with the arrival. But now he's come, an' registered, ez they say at the polls, I know I sort o' counted on the boy, some way. Lordy! but he's little!
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 't is 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."
"You'se pinter dar's been kin ob scrugin up agin me, an he neber do dat befo'. Now he's right twixt you'se legs es if he was feerd on someting." George caressed the dog, and said: "What's up, old fellow?" and then was perplexed that, instead of answering him with wonted playfulness, the poor brute should begin to whine and yelp.
Heap o' 'omans would 'a' been afeerd to marry a man wid a unsunk grave on his hands 'feerd she'd ha'nt her. But I done had 'spe'unce, an' I'm mo' 'feerd o' live ha'nts 'n I is o' dead ones. I know Sis' Sophy-Sophia she's layin' dar an' she can't git out. You know, she died o' de exclammatory rheumatism, an' some say hit was a jedgmint f'om heaven.
"Texas," with a grin, not altogether pleasant. "That's an ol' friend." "No doubt, but I see no sense in wearing it here. What are you afraid of?" He stroked his mustache, eyeing me. "Wal, personally, stranger, I ain't greatly feerd o' nuthin', but I wus hired fer to keep people outer this shebang. There ain't no work goin' on, so I don't hav' no niggers to keep folks out." "Who employed you?"
Tell me, has he not come home?" "No, mass'r I'se afeerd he nebber, nebber will ebberybody 'feerd he be drownded folks a been to de village up an down de Lebee ebery wha. No Toney. Captain ob de boat blowed clar into de sky, an fifty passengers gone to de bottom. Oder boat save some; some, like young mass'r, swam 'shore: but no Toney no Mass'r Toney!" "Do you know if he could swim?" I asked.
But I've reasoned it out this a-way: I s'pose when she feels her temper a-risin' she's 'feerd thet she might be so took up with her troubles thet she'd neglect my health, an' so she wards off any attackt thet might be comin' on.
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