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'Look h'yar, sarpint, says she, 'hab you got anudder ob dem apples in your pocket? An' den he tuk one out, an' gib it to her. ''Cuse me, says she, 'I's gwine ter look up Adam, an' ef he don' want ter know war de tree is wot dese apples grow on, you can hab him fur a corn-field han'.
"Mahs' Junius," she exclaimed, "Miss Rob's orful sick wid her back an' her j'ints, an' she say she can't see no kump'ny folks, an' Mahs' Robert he done gone away to see ole Miss Keswick. I jes run down h'yar to tell you to hurry up." Keswick started. "Where did you say your Master Robert had gone?" "To ole Miss Keswick's. He went dis mawnin'."
And so, you see, d'you see, says I, 'Tom Bruce, do you stick to the critter, and he'll holp you out of the skrimmage; and, says I, 'I'll take the back-track, and foller atter madam. And, says he, says he But, 'tarnal death to me, let's scalp these h'yar dead villians, and do the talking atter! Did you see the licking I gin this here feller?
"Well, father, " the young man spoke with greater animation, and with apparently reviving strength, "and you think we have pretty considerably licked the Injuns h'yar, jist now?" "We have, Tom, thar's no doubting it. And we'll lick 'em over and over again, till they've had enough of it."
"An' dar's good ole Aun' Patty, who knows more Scripter' dan ennybuddy h'yar, havin' been teached by de little gals from Kunnel Jasper's an' by dere mudders afore 'em. I reckin she know' de hull Bible straight froo, from de Garden of Eden to de New Jerus'lum. An' dar are udders h'yar who knows de Scripters, some one part an' some anudder.
"Look h'yar!" cried Susan, at the end of some energetic remarks, "is dar enny pusson h'yar who kin count up figgers?" Inquiries on the subject ran through the crowd, and in a few moments a black boy, about fourteen, was pushed forward as an expert in arithmetic. "Now, you Jim," said Susan, "you's been to school, an' you kin count up figgers.
"Look h'yar!" cried Susan, at the end of some energetic remarks, "is dar enny pusson h'yar who kin count up figgers?" Inquiries on the subject ran through the crowd, and in a few moments a black boy, about fourteen, was pushed forward as an expert in arithmetic. "Now, you Jim," said Susan, "you's been, to school, an' you kin count up figgers.
"Miss Rob she say, 'I 'cept your kind offer, sah, wid pleasure. An' den I hearn 'em comin', an' I cut down h'yar." "Glory! Hallelujah!" exclaimed Aunt Judy, bringing her ladle down upon the brick hearth. "Now is I ready to die when my time comes, fur Mahs' Junius 'll have dis farm, an' de house, an' de cabins, an' dey won't go to no strahnger from de Norf." "Amen," said Peggy.
That was something entirely novel, and it is no wonder that they were anxious to see their property. "I hopes, Mah'sr John," said Aunt Judy to Mr. Loudon, "dat dem dar merchines ain't a-goin' to bust up when dey're lef' h'yar all alone by theyselves." "Oh, there's no danger, Aunt Judy," said Mr. Loudon, "if you don't meddle with them.
Then he ejaculated: "The Devil's daughter!" and went into his library. "I wonders," said Peggy when she returned to the kitchen, "how you all's gwine to like habin dat ole Miss Keswick libin h'yar as you all's mistiss." "Who's gwine to hab her?" growled Aunt Judy. "You all is," sturdily retorted Peggy. "Dar ain't no use tryin' to git out ob dat.
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