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Dis ole rotten blockade whisky dese niggers drink jes' knocked her out knocked her out fuh fair." "Did she say when she got drunk?" "Las' night, suh, late, wid dat Perry. You know, Mistuh Bristow; he been doin' some wuk fuh you." "Was Perry drunk last night? Did she tell you?" "He wuz a little lit up, she says, but he warn't drunk. She didn't have no idea whar he wuz jes' now."
The old negress dropped the subject, and nodded at a huge double pan on the table. "Dat's whut she brung you." She grunted disapprovingly. "And it's for you, too, Mother." "Ya-as, I 'magine she brung somp'n fuh me." Peter walked across to the double pans, and saw they held a complete dinner chicken, hot biscuits, cake, pickle, even ice-cream.
Peter, wid dat Tump Pack gallivantin' roun' wid a forty-fo'. Hit would keep 'mos' anybody's weddin' ve'y quiet onless he wuz lookin' fuh a short cut to heab'n." As the two negroes passed the Berry cabin, Nan Berry thrust out her spiked head and called to Peter Captain Renfrew wanted to see him.
"Tha's right," said Nan, nodding solemnly. "I hopes he will. You is mo' used to it, Tump." "Yeah, an' 'at jail sho ain't no place fuh a nice gal lak Cissie." "Sho ain't," agreed Nan. Peter interrupted to say he was sure the sheriff would not exchange. The hopes of his listeners fell.
I alays hev my own catnip en sheep balls foh sum cases need one kind of tea en sum ernother. I give sink field tea ter foh de colic. Hit is jes good fuh young baby's stomach. I'se been granning foh nigh unter forty year en I'se only lost two babies, dat war born erlive.
Tump marked a sentence in the guaranty of the deed with a rusty forefinger and looked up at Peter in mixed triumph and accusation. Peter leaned over the deed, amused. "Let's see your mare's nest." "Well, she 'fo' God is thaiuh, an' you sho let loose a hundud dollars uv our 'ciety's money, an' got nothin' fuh hit but a piece o' paper wid a nigger-stopper on hit!"
"Good evening, Major," I said, to the ranking Confederate officer, and extended my hand. He shook it, embarrassedly, and ran me over with his eye, as if to learn my avocation. "Can I obtain any facts from you," I continued, "as to the battle of Hanover?" "Fuh what puhpose?" he said, in his strong southern dialect. "For publication, sir."
Mary Louise descended the cabin steps with the hollow pomp of one who has bought his victory too dearly. Zenie, from the steps, called cheerily: "Mis' Ma'y Louise. You bring me some goods fuh a dress? Sometime when you come up ag'in?" Mary Louise paused at the gate and speculated on the humble creature on whom she had wreaked her will. "I guess I might, Zenie. What kind do you want?"
Black Chloe, who had been making slow trips between kitchen and dining-room for some minutes, stopped now to say, in a sort of Arabian Nights measure, "Ef you raddy fuh yo' brekfus, yo' brekfus raddy fuh you." "Better than anybody?" pursued Madeira, but his daughter was drawing him to the table, and he did not notice that her only answer was a quivering laugh.
Den I tell Miss Nellie say de chicken is all git out de coop, en she say I muss ketch one fuh unner supper, suh; en I teck de dawg en gone in de fiel' fuh look fuh de chicken.
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