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I went dere to carry some horses for my marster. It sho' was a fine lookin' engine. I was lookin' at it out of a upstairs window an' when it whistled I'd a-jumped out dat window if Captain Harper hadn' a-grabbed me. "I didn' see no fightin' in de war. When Gen'l Sherman come th'ough here, he come by Hillsboro. Marse Bob didn' go to de war. He warnt no sojer.
"I tole my ole 'oman, and she said she reckoned it was a buth mark what the man carryd; but when I seen him I thunk he was cunjured." "When you heard that Gen'l Darrington had been murdered, did you think of this man and his singular behavior that night?"
"Dat youse must, honey, for I dun praise youse so dat I ain't gwine to have dem disappointed in youse. Who'll be to dinner to-day, Mr. Lee?" "Gen'l Greene an' Lord Sterlin', an' de staff, an' de field an' brigades major ob de day." "Dere, chile, now doan youse depreciate yourself to all dem. Jus' youse put on de pootiest dress youse hab an' do ole Sukey proud."
They began to ask him if he had not this thing and that, but he said with firmness, "Nothin' but shoes, guls. I did carry a gen'l line, one while, of what you may call ankle-wea', such as spats, and stockin's, and gaitas, but I nova did like to speak of such things befoa ladies, and now I stick ex-elusively to shoes. You know that well enough, guls; what's the use?"
I's one o' de ole Blue hen's Chickens, I is! an' den I see dat young man stan' a-starin' an' stiff, lookin' kin' o' up at de ceilin' like he fo'got somefin, an' couldn't 'member it no mo'. Well, I jist march' on dem niggers so, lookin' like a gen'l an' dey jist cave' away befo' me an' out at de do'. An' as dis young man a-goin' out, I heah him say to another nigger, 'Jim, he says, 'you go 'long an' tell de cap'n I be on han' 'bout eight o'clock in de mawnin'; dey's somefin on my mine, he says; 'I don't sleep no mo' dis night.
I was a walking shadow of my own sin; horrible to look upon and I fled to avoid the gaze of my race. Somewhere, in Illinois I think, I heard two men on a train speak of a large reward offered for the recovery of Gen'l Darrington's will, which had been stolen by one of his heirs, whom the police were hunting.
"Well er well, 'skuse me, Mars' Gen'l, but but down whar I lives at de de white gent'men understands a nigger better'n what you-all does. Yas, seh." General Grant may have smiled internally, but the only symptom of amusement was the dry note in his voice. "I see. But there has been some difference of opinion on the point." He paused and then pointed past Uncle Billy directly at Morrison.
The voice came from a dark place on the sidewalk in Suez. "Don't you know me, Gen'l? You often used to see me an' Majo' Gyarnet togetheh; yes, sah. My name's Cornelius Leggett, sah." "Why, Cornelius, to be sure! I thought I smelt whiskey. What can I do for you?"
I 'spec' me better go wid him and tend to him. Don't you fought so too, Marsa Gen'l? "The General told Ham he would see about it. Peter began to improve, and it really seemed as if he would recover. I was informed by Gen.
By Richard R. Montgomery. 514 The Little Corsican; or, The Boy of the Barricades. By Allan Arnold. 515 Headlight Tom, the Boy Engineer. By Jas. C. Merritt. 516 The Sealed Despatch; or, The Blind Boy of Moscow. By Allan Arnold. 517 The Swamp Rats; or, The Boys Who Fought for Washington. By Gen'l Jas. A. Gordon. 518 Nino, the Wonder of the Air. A Story of Circus Life. By Berton Bertrew.
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