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The path they took led through a corner of the woods. They had not gone far before they met Gregory Montague. "Oh, Mah'sr Harry!" said Gregory, "I done foun' a bees' nes'." "Where?" cried Harry. "Down in a big tree in de holler, dar," pointing over toward the thickest part of the woods.
"It's quite a little romans," said Sam thickly, as he was pushed outside the last house of call, and a bolt shot desolately behind him. "Where shall we go now?" "Get back to the ship," said Dick; "come along." "Not 'fore I foun' 'im," said Sam solemnly, as he drew back from Dick's detaining hand. "You won't find him to-night, Sam," said the cook humorsomely.
"Dey wuz good chilluns," continued the old man, heartily, "en ef dey hadn't er bin, der wuz one time w'en dey wouldn't er bin no little rabbits na'er one. Dat's w'at." "What time was that, Uncle Remus?" the little boy asked. "De time w'en Brer Fox drapt in at Brer Rabbit house, en didn't foun' nobody dar ceppin' de little Rabbits.
"Yes, peanuts, bags of 'em, half a dozen or more, I reckon, though I didn't take the trouble to count 'em; an' the way I foun' out how do ye s'pose I knew what was in them bags?" "Smelled 'em," said Jim; "Sampled 'em," said Bill, in a breath. "How was I to sample 'em when they was I mean, if they was fastened up in the bags?" continued the captain; "nor it wasn't no smell, either.
"I kin 'magine yo' feelin's, Sis' Milly," chimed in the elder sympathetically, "w'en you come home dat night an' foun' yo' chist broke open, an' yo' money gone dat you had wukked an' slaved full f'm mawnin' 'tel night, year in an' year out, an' w'en you foun' dat no-'count nigger gone wid his clo's an' you lef' all alone in de worl' ter scuffle 'long by yo'self."
"Dar she was, right 'fo' my eyes. I reckon yer'd a foun' her ef de Lord had sot her down squar' in front ob yer, as he did ob me. Ye see, madam, dat ar spring I was workin' for de Risin' Sun libbery-stable: Colonel Trott an' Cap'n Gallup run it den.
Mebbe he's foun' out some thricks, or somethin'." "Well, look here," said Billy devoutly "I hope Gord'll strike me stark, stiff, stone dead off o' this saddle if the horse has any tricks, or anythin' wrong with him, no more nor the man in the moon. Onna bright. There! I've swore it." "Well, the mare is as good as gold," I reiterated. "She's one among a hundred. Call her Fancy."
Does anybody wonder that when I harvested with some men that kep' liquor in the field, an' found how it helped me along, that I took it, an' thought 'twas a reg'lar God's-blessin'? An' when I foun' 'twas a-hurtin' me, how was I to go to work an' giv' it up, when it stood me instead of the eatables I didn't have, an' never had, neither?"
I 's stoppin' wid a cullud fam'ly roun' de corner yonder 'tel I kin git a place." "Do you really expect to find your husband? He may be dead long ago." She shook her head emphatically. "Oh no, he ain' dead. De signs an' de tokens tells me. I dremp three nights runnin' on'y dis las' week dat I foun' him." "He may have married another woman.
"But one got loss, an' he wandered far, De night come dark, no moon, no star; De lions roared an' de storm rose high, An' de po' loss one lie down ter die. "Den come a voice, an' de win's went down, An' de lions grovel on de groun', An' de po' loss one am foun' an' sabed, For de Shepherd ebery danger brabed."
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