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Updated: June 11, 2025
"'W'at kine er collar dat nigger got roun' his neck? er, ef dey knowed 'im, 'Is yer stole any mo' hams lately? er 'W'at yer take fer yo' neckliss, Dave? er some joke er 'nuther 'bout dat ham. "Fus' Dave didn' mine it so much, caze he knowed he hadn' done nuffin.
His lips were still working. It was evident he was trying to say something. "Naybours," the words came at last, in the old dull tone; "I'd as lief you hadn' thought o' this." He paused for a moment, gulped down something in his throat, and went on "I wudn' say you didn' mean it for the best, an' thankin' you kindly. But you didn' know her. Roughness, if I may say, was never no good wi' her.
"Co'se Ben wuz monst'us disapp'inted. He had been wond'rin' w'y he hadn' got ter de No'th befo, an' behol, heah he wuz back on de ole plantation.
"I should like to see him, Doctor, I should like to see the pooty gen'l'm'n that my poor Elsie loves. She mus'n' never marry nobody, but, oh, Doctor, I should like to see him, 'n' jes' think a little how it would ha' been, if the Lord hadn' been so hard on Elsie." She wept and wrung her hands. The kind Doctor was touched, and left her a moment to her thoughts. "And how does Mr.
"'Fo de Lawd!" he muttered, "ef I hadn' had a cha'm' life, I'd 'a' never got here on dat ticket, an' dat's a fac' it sho' am! I kind er 'lowed I wuz gone a dozen times, ez it wuz. But I got my job ter do in dis worl', an' I knows I ain' gwine ter die 'tel I've 'complished it.
Mars' Dugal' tuk Jeff ter town nex' day en' sol' 'im ter a spekilater, who sta'ted down de ribber wid 'im nex' mawnin' on a steamboat, fer ter take 'im ter Alabama. "Now, w'en Chloe tol' ole Mars' Dugal' 'bout dis yer baby-doll en dis udder goopher, she hadn' ha'dly 'lowed Mars' Dugal' would sell Jeff down Souf.
'I'm sooary I ha spok'n on 't, said Stephen, 'I ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln. While he excused himself, the old lady's cup rattled more and more. 'I had a son, she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; 'and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please.
I didn' tell nobody whar I wuz gwine, 'cause yo' know none on 'em hadn' nuvver speak to Miss Anne, not sence de duil, an' dey didn' know 'bout de letter. "When I rid up in de yard, dyar wuz Miss Anne a-stan'in' on de poach watchin' me ez I rid up. I tied my hoss to de fence, an' walked up de parf. She knowed by de way I walked dyar wuz somethin' de motter, an' she wuz mighty pale.
But she wanted ter turn 'im back long ernuff fer ter 'splain ter 'im dat she hadn' went off a-purpose, en lef' 'im ter be chop' down en sawed up. She didn' want Sandy ter die wid no hard feelin's to'ds her.
An' beside, he look so po' an' thin, I thought he wuz gwine die. "Of co'se, ole missis she heared 'bout it, an' she met Miss Anne in de road, an' cut her jes' like Miss Anne cut Marse Chan. "Ole missis, she wuz proud ez anybody! So we wuz mo' strangers dan ef we hadn' live' in a hundred miles of each urr.
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