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Updated: May 13, 2025
Chan Tow come 'long; say: 'Giva me loom nex' my de-ah frien' jussa come in horse-carry-chair. Hotelkipper look him, an' say, 'Whatta your nem is? Chan Tow say, 'My nem Chow Ying Hoo. Dissa nem, transnate Ingernish, mean Brev Tiger." "And what does Chan Tow mean?" "Oh, Chan Tow mean ole semma bad faminy. "We', dissa highrob slip nex' loom Missa Jan; but no can fine how to rob him ole dissa tem.
So whut's the job? This yere Kirby matter?" He nodded sullenly, a bit regretful that he had gone so far I imagined, and with another cautious glance about the room. "I'll tell yer all ye need ter know," he began. "'Tain't such a long story. This yere Joe Kirby he's a frien' o' mine; I've know'd him a long time, an' he's in a hell of a fix.
I was allus smart with a pen. Now, this yer is jest how our my leddy frien' reckons kids needs fixin'. It ain't reasonable to guess everything's down ther'. They're jest sort o' principles which you need to foller. Maybe they'll help you some. Guess if you foller them reg'lations your kids'll sure grow proper." He handed the papers across, and Scipio took them only too willingly.
They rank, ex officio, as Army generals and Space Navy admirals; they have the privilege of the floor in Parliament, they take orders from nobody but the President of the Federation. But very few people have ever seen one, or talked to anybody who has. And Bish Ware good ol' Bish; he'sh everybodysh frien' was one of them. And I had been trying to make a man of him and reform him.
Then we moved to a farm above Baton Rouge, Louisiana an' worked for Mr. Abe Manning. We jus' travelled all over from one place to another. "Then I got a letter from a frien' o' mine in Gainesville, Mississippi. He had a job for me on a boat, haulin' lumber up the coast to Bay St. Louis, Pass Christian, Long Beach, Gulfport, an' all them coast towns.
"I show you because you frien' of Ma'm'selle Jacqueline. Come." I followed him out of the hut. A large moon was just rising out of the east, but it was not yet high enough to cast much light.
The appreciative bystander lurched forward and flung an arm over his shoulder, then, peering in at the girl, exclaimed: "Good, wasn't it? I had a horse once, an' I know. You're a'right, m' frien'. Let's go get another one." Lorelei's cab got under way at last, but barely in time, for a crowd was assembling.
Every part of it movin' to oncet, an' her eyes so bright I could not look at 'em for the quarness thar was in 'em, an' I'll never forget her voice as she said, "That can't be; but, Jakey, you are de noblest man, black or white, I ever seen, an' my best frien', an' I loves you as if you was my brodder." "'Dem's her very words, an' I would of sole myself for her if I could.
Daylight, dis tam you mek one beeg meestake," French Louis said, straightening up and stepping down from the chairs. "Only one damn iron man can do dat. One hundred pun' more my frien', not ten poun' more." The sacks were unlashed, but when two sacks were added, Kearns interfered. "Only one sack more." "Two!" some one cried. "Two was the bet." "They didn't lift that last sack," Kearns protested.
"Why, Pompey, do you know him?" A great joy transfigured the black face. "He is my Frien'," he said simply. Evadne leaned forward eagerly. "Oh, Pompey, if that is true, then you can help me find him." Pompey smiled joyously. "Miss 'Vadney don't need ter go far away fer dat. He is right here." "Here!" echoed Evadne faintly. "Lo, I am wid you all de days'" Pompey repeated softly.
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