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"Shore 'nough, when de court come on, dey tried me an' fotch me in guilty o' sellin' cotting alter sundown. De jedge, he lectured me powerful fer a while, an' den he ax me what I'd got ter say 'bout it. Dat's de way I understood him ter say, ennyhow. So, ez he wuz dat kind ez ter ax me ter speak in meetin', I 'llowed twa'n't no mo' dan polite fer me ter say a few words, yer know.
An' de school-teacher, whut board at Unc' Silas Diggs's house, she 'low', "Hallowe'en jes no Hallowe'en at all 'thout we got a jack-o'-lantern." An' li'l' black Mose he stop' a-grinnin', an' he scrooge' so far back in de corner he 'mos' scrooge frough de wall. But dat ain't no use, 'ca'se he ma say', "Mose, go on down to de pumpkin-patch an' fotch a pumpkin."
For, you see, de 'fernally fool seemed to 'pend on her for ebberyt'ing. And he ax her couldn't she help him? And she rushed about de room and fotch somefin, and he put it to my nose, and I went dead!" "It must have been chloroform," suggested Ishmael. "Dunno what it was; but I'm sure I should know de truck ag'in.
She told many stories of wonderful cures she had performed by prayer; and she would kneel by the bedside, hour after hour, holding the invalid's hand, praying, "O Lord, fotch back de sperit! Fotch back de sperit! Fotch back de sperit!" she would continue to repeat in ascending tones, till they rose to wild imploring.
Then the Yankee dealers begun to fotch 'em in an' sell 'em at Lexin'ton an' Louisville an' Limestone. Rube an' Dink wuz the fust I owned bought 'em o' ole Jake Bledsoe in the spring o' '87. Now I own nigh on to twenty darkeys, big an' little. The place is fairly runnin' ovah with the lazy imps, an' it keeps me an' Cynthy Ann on the tight jump frum sun-up tell dark lookin' aftah 'em."
Sammy, where is that man that was your partner?" "He has an office on the other side of the square." "Yes, but are you sure, Sammy, that he ain't your partner?" "Absolutely certain, Uncle Buckley." The old man scratched his head. "Sammy, that man ain't honest." "I am quite sure of that." "He has fotch it home to me that he ain't, Sammy.
But after the table was set the excitement was all over, for there was nobody to be the guest. "Ef Ole Billy wan't so mean," said Chris, "we could fotch 'im hyear in de omnibus. I wush we'd a let Chubbum an' Suppum come; dey'd been Lord Bugon."
"An' please goodness, massa, I's gwine to fotch him in two shakes of a houn' dawg's tail," he told me. I threw myself on the grass and waited. Either the servant's powers of "fotching" had been exaggerated, or else the colonel was quite indifferent to my arrival. Nearly an hour passed before my meditations were interrupted.
"Not 'zactly not daid jes now." Poor Becky, breaking through her own reserve and agony, made a pitiful appeal. "She has gone away? With whom?" Sister Angela began to comprehend and she lowered her voice, bending toward Becky. "She ain't gone with any one she didn't have ter but she'll fotch up with someone fore long. She's gone to larn she got the call, same as all her kin it's the curse!"
"Now then," he whispered eagerly, "fotch a spoon, Miss Hep. Coom, owd bird, this'll fettle thee up, an' no mistake."
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