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Only occasionally Ruth turned her head, for she needed her full attention upon the oar which she managed with such difficulty. "We gotter p'int up-stream," growled Uncle Jabez, after wringing his neck around again to spy out the landing near Lakeby's store. "Pesky current's kerried us too fur down." He gave a mighty pull to his own oar to rehead the boat.
"Sis Cynthy, we-all in trebbilation and we gotter holp dis hyer pore chile. She lak fer ter breck her heart 'bout de Empress and she sho will if dis hyer colt come ter harm. Please, ma'am, gimme a basin o' fresh, warm milk. Bud he done gone down ter 'Napolis fer a nussin' bottle, but dat baby yonder gwine faint an' die fo' dat no 'count nigger git back wid dat bottle. I knows HIM, I does."
"I wonder if he done up his intended father-in-law, too?" he said at length. "No fear of that, Mawruss," Abe replied. "He ain't no sucker like us, Mawruss. I bet you his father-in-law what's his name " "The Advance Credit Clothing Company," Morris suggested. "Sure," Abe went on. "I bet you this clothing concern says to him: 'If you want to marry my daughter, you gotter go into bankruptcy first.
You sit outside ze cage viz your claw out and your tail stiff, ready to pounce on ze mouse. Mon Dieu! How I hate!" The guard unlocked the iron door and stepped inside. "Don't make sech a racket over nawthin'," he said. "De warden says yer gotter do some eatin'." "I kill ze warden if he keep not his mechant chute!" "Wotcher goin' ter do? Starve?"
"Wot d'yer want to see me agine fer?" said Mr. Blank suspiciously. "I like you," said William fervently. "I like the way you talk, and I like the things you say, and I want to know about what you do!" Mr. Blank was obviously flattered. "I may be round 'ere agine this arter, though I mike no promise. See? I've gotter be careful, I 'ave.
Ah gotter sit somewheres." "Ouch! What fool put rye-straw in here?" "Powerful penetratin', ain' hit?" "Now, look here, that dog's gotter run with the rest. They ain' no room for him in this wagon." "Cain' you-all make them horses o' yo's git along a little mo' lively, Alf? Mr. Baron'll 'a' cleaned the mountain o' 'possums befo' we git there."
Well, den, w'en de man comes long, w'ich Miss Sally say he will, you des gotter go up dar, pick out yo' wedder an' dere'll be a clock sot fer ter suit yo' case, an' w'en you git home, dere'll be yo' wedder a settin' out in de yard waitin' fer you. I wish he wuz yer now," the old man continued. "I'd take a pa'r er frosts in mine, ef I kotched cold fer it. Dat's me!"
And he was leaving it to go out into the night to get meat for his mate and cubs not like a modern working-man going to his machine grind, but in the old, primitive, royal, animal way, by fighting for it. "I gotter do 'im," he repeated, this time a hint of desperation in his voice. "If it's a win, it's thirty quid an' I can pay all that's owin', with a lump o' money left over.
I've gotter be careful 'oo sees me an' 'oo 'ears me, and where I go. That's the worst of 'aving no ears. See?" William did not see, but he was thrilled to the soul by the mystery. "An' you don't tell no one you seen me nor nothing abart me," went on Mr. Blank. Pulling his cap still farther over his head, Mr.
"Me and Billy and Frances and Lina's got the mumps and you ain't got no business to have 'em 'cause you're a nigger, and you better take your horse to the lib'ry stable 'cause he might ketch 'em too." The negro boy dismounted and hitched his horse to the fence. "I gotter little tarrapim " he began insinuatingly.
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