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Repressing the scream which came near escaping her lips, 'Lena answered, "Yes; what do you want?" while at the same moment she recognized a little hunch back belonging to General Fontaine. "Marster Everett tell me to fotch you this, and wait for the answer," said the boy, passing her a tiny note. "Master Everett!
"No, you don' do no sech thing!" exclaimed Aunt Patsy, angrily. "I ain't gwine to hab no hosses to run away, an' chuck me out on de road. Ef you kin fotch de oxen an' de cart, I go 'long wid you, but I don' want no hosses." "Dat's fus' rate," said Isham. "I'll fotch de ox cart, an' carry you ober. When you want ter go?"
"Yass'm, pretty well, but not nothin' like hit useter be back in ole Vehginny, when 'bout er hunderd niggers git to prayin' all to onct. Thass whut goin' to fotch the powah on er suffrin' human soul yes, ma'm!" "Now, Aunt Lucy," said Mary Ellen sagely, "there isn't anything wrong with your soul at all.
And then the captain says: "I hired 'em to peel potatoes; they're goin' to St. Louis with me." "Is that so?" said John. "Well, they're good boys, and of course you'll fotch 'em back when you get through with 'em." "I don't know," says the captain, "I may sell 'em in St. Louis or adopt 'em. I ain't got no boys of my own, and if they prove all right, good workers, I may keep 'em for good."
Opening the door Lanyard hailed the hall-attendant, a sleepy and not over-intelligent negro. "When did this come for me?" "'Bout anour ago, Mistuh Embuh." "Who brought it?" "A messenger boy done fotch it, suh look lak th' same boy." "What same boy?" "Same as come in when you do, 'bout 'leven o'clock remembuh?"
Gran'mammy done tol' me, many a time, how she heah me bawlin' an' go an' git me, an' fotch me to mammy's house; but my own mammy, she say, tu'n me down cold. "Dat you, Mammy" she say, sweet as pie, when gran'mammy knock on de do'. "Dont you nevah call me 'Mammy' no mo'," gran'mammy tol' 'er. "Any woman what'd leave a po' li'l mite lak dat to perish to death ain't fitten t' be no dotter o' mine."
"An' he goes in an' takes de tings out? We'll hab de law ob him; dat we will, Berry. De law'll fotch him, pop sure. Dey can't treat a free man dat 'ere way no mo', specially sence de constooshunel 'mendments. Dat dey can't."
En Mars Dugal' had b'en ter de oction, en w'en he seed dis gal a-cryin' en gwine on 'bout bein' sol' erway fum her ole mammy, Aun' Mahaly, Mars Dugal' bid 'em bofe in, en fotch 'em ober ter our plantation.
He had seen his master like this once before and had had all he could do to keep him in bed. "Dat ain't no doctor, Marse George," he pleaded, his voice trembling. "Dat's Marse Harry come back agin alive. It's de hair on his face make him look dat way; dat fool me too. It's Marse Harry, fo' sho' I fotch him yere myse'f. He's jes' come from de big ship." St.
Where has he gone?" "Nobody ain't knowing exactly just gone! I expect he'll turn up again when his stomick done clutch him. Dat chile never done us-all no 'commodation job, but he was too good to live up to that cabin in de Holler. If I knowed whar he done hide himself, I clar I'd fotch him some victuals even if he was sharp as a sarpint's tooth in a bargain."
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