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The fish came to another pause soon after. "Now, Geo'ge, try 'gain." Once more the lips were projected, once again the cup was raised, but that salmon seemed to know what was going on, for, just as the cup and the lips met, it went off in an unusually fierce run down the river.
"What's wrong now?" asked the middy, with anxious looks. "Oh! Geo'ge, eberyt'ing's wrong," he replied, flinging himself down on a rustic seat with a reckless air and rolling his eyes horribly. "Eberyt'ing's wrong. De world's all wrong togidder upside down and inside out." The middy might have laughed at Peter's expression if he had not been terribly alarmed. "Come, Peter, tell me. Is Hester safe?"
"Hallo, Geo'ge!" exclaimed the negro, "what you bin up to makin' picturs?" "Only a little sketch," said Foster, holding it up. "A skitch!" repeated Peter, grasping the letter, and holding it out at arm's length with the air of a connoisseur, while he compared it with the original. "You call dis a skitch? Well! I neber see de like ob dis no, neber. It's lubly.
"Dis am de house ob my friend," said Peter, stopping in front of an opening which descended into a cellar. "Foller me, Geo'ge, an' bring down de baskit wid you. Hallo, Missis Lilly! Is you widin?" "Hi! Das you, Peter de Great?" came in shrill tones from below as they descended. "Dumb!" exclaimed Peter, with peculiar emphasis on reaching the cellar. "How you do, Missis Lilly?
When he saw that only a passing look was bestowed on Hester, and that he then turned his eyes with some interest to the hole where Sally was pounding coffee and gasping away with her wonted energy, he said to himself mentally, "Ho, Dinah, but you am a cleber woman! Geo'ge don't rignise her more'n if she was a rigler coloured gal! I do b'lieve her own fadder wouldn't know her!"
As Percy half rose to his feet, he saw that a negro had grasped Adelaide in an effort to drag her from the carriage. A blow from Percy staggered the brute and he released his hold of Adelaide, but, as he saw Percy jump from the carriage on the opposite side, he paused. "De's a man heah. Knock him, Geo'ge," he yelled, as he turned to again grapple with Adelaide
Every minute after this he seemed to gain fresh strength. The salmon happily took it into his head to cease its antics for half a minute, just when the fisher was at his worst. That half-minute of breathing-space was all that was wanted. "Geo'ge hah! cut wata!" George could not make out what his agitated parent wanted. "Water! water! chokin'!" reiterated his father. "Oh, all right!"
Driving one day along the road to Clinton, he overhauled a diminutive black figure trudging along the road, occasionally turning a handspring by way of diversion. "Hello, Plato," called Tryon, "do you want a lift?" "Hoddy, Mars Geo'ge. Kin I ride wid you?" "Jump up." Plato mounted into the buggy with the agility to be expected from a lad of his acrobatic accomplishments.
Foster explained that it was merely a "bit of colour." "Ob course! A cow wid half an eye could see dat!" "Well but I mean it's a sort of a kind of tone to paint up to." "H'm! das strange now. I don't hear no sound nowhar!" "Well, then, it's a shadow, Peter." "Geo'ge," said the negro, with a look of surprise, "I do t'ink your plo-plotummik lub hab disagreed wid you.
"Eve," I whispered, as we sat on the sofa together, while Mrs Liston was wiping her spectacles, "I've been earnestly considering that last attempt of yours, and I think upon the whole, that `Geo'ge' is better."
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