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He heard, in a vague, far-off voice, men talking: "We'll catch old Abe on our next trip ef we go on like this eh, Ben?" "I reckon. I'm jess going to take a furlough now. Hain't seen my girl fo' foah months." "How much did you pick up?"
Post No. 2 repeated this cry, and so it went around. One evening when our anxiety as to Atlanta was wrought to the highest pitch, one of the guards sang out: "Post numbah foah half past eight o'clock and Atlanta's gone t-o hell." The heart of every man within hearing leaped to his mouth. We looked toward each other, almost speechless with glad surprise, and then gasped out: "Did 'you hear THAT?"
"Them was her words," said Minnie, solemnly. "I don't wondah!" cried Lloyd. "The greedy old thing! There was enough for foah people, and it was very rich, and she ate it all." "And she didn't like it because you had May Lily scrub and clean while she was gone," added Minnie, with childlike lack of tact. "She talked about you dreadful after you went away. Didn't she, ma?"
I next heard him say to some one in the brush: "Come out o' heah. Dar's Massa Buffalo Bill." Then he sang out, "Massa Bill, is you got any hawd tack?" "Nary a hard tack; but the wagons will be along presently, and then you can get all you want," said I. "Dat's de best news I'se heerd foah sixteen long days, Massa Bill," said he. "Where's your command? Where's General Penrose?" I asked.
I kin jes' see dem ol' bindahs and harrows now, dat dey used den. It would shure look funny usin' 'em now." "I all'us got up foah clock in de mornin' to git in de cows an' I didn't hurry nun, 'caise dat tak in de time." "Ouah mammy neber 'lowed de old folks to tell us chilluns sceery stories o' hants an' sich lik' so der's nun foah me to 'member." "Travelin' wuz rather slo' lik.
The deep tones echoing through the hall sent Lloyd bouncing up from her couch, her hair falling over her shoulders and her long kimono tripping her at every step, as she ran into Joyce's room. "What are we going to do?" she cried in dismay. "I ovahslept myself, and now it's foah o'clock, and Phil's train due in nine minutes. The carriage is at the doah and none of us dressed to go to meet him.
Lincoln foah whut he dun foah us folks, but dat Jeff Davis, well I ain't sayin' whut I'se thinkin'." "De is jes' like de worl', der is lots o' good an' lots o' bad in it." WPA in Ohio Federal Writers' Project Topic: Ex-Slavery Jefferson Co, District #2 FLEMING CLARK Ex-Slave, 74+ in years My father's name wuz Fleming Clark and my mother's name wuz Emmaline Clark. Both of dem wuz in slavery.
"Well, what is he?" inquired the second of the New-Haveners. "Joseph Hull, 'ligious lunatic," said the Old Cock. "Was in thah Bloomingdale Asylum. Cut off one night about foah months ago and stole a suit o' clothes that belonged to John M. Riley, with a lot o' money and papahs and lettahs in thah pockets. How'd you get hold of him?"
Post No. 2 repeated this cry, and so it went around. One evening when our anxiety as to Atlanta was wrought to the highest pitch, one of the guards sang out: "Post numbah foah half past eight o'clock and Atlanta's gone t-o hell." The heart of every man within hearing leaped to his mouth. We looked toward each other, almost speechless with glad surprise, and then gasped out: "Did 'you hear THAT?"
"Ole Mastah above kin hit me evah w'en he wants to; I knows dat; but den Ise gwine to climb fur the shoah foah dat lightnin' play tag aroun' dis niggah's head agin, dat's shoah as yo' libe," he explained to Paul after one of his hurried retreats into the bushes. Twelve days after the start the party arrived at Davenport.
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