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She was leaving the room as she spoke to return instantly with brandy. The laird swallowed some with an effort, and began to revive. "Eh, sirs!" exclaimed Miss Horn, regarding him now more narrowly "but he's in an awfu' state o' dirt! I maun wash his face an' han's, an' pit him till 's bed. Could ye help aff wi' 's claes, Ma'colm?
"Was the bairn laid mither nakit intill yer han's, Maister MacPhail?" asked Miss Horn, who had been meditating. "Och! no; he wass his clo'es on," answered Duncan. "Hae ye ony o' them left?" she asked again. "Inteet not," answered Duncan. "Yes, inteet not." "Ye lay at the Salmon, didna ye?" "Yes, mem, and they wass coot to her." "Wha drest the bairn till ye?"
Dem wuz de niggers, en down ter dis day dey ain't no w'ite 'bout a nigger 'ceppin de pa'ms er der han's en de soles er der foot." The little boy seemed to be very much interested in this new account of the origin of races, and he made some further inquiries, which elicited from Uncle Remus the following additional particulars: "De Injun en de Chinee got ter be 'counted 'long er de merlatter.
"Why, hullo, Lacey!" exclaimed Hopalong, leaping forward to shake hands with the man Red and Billy had gone to help. "Purty well scratched up, but lively yet, hey?" "I'm able to hobble over here an' shake han's with these scrappers they're shore wonders," Lacey replied. "Fought like a whole regiment! Hullo, Johnny!" and his hand-clasp told much.
Doan' worry, honey; ain't nothin' gwinter happen to her arter I gits my han's on her." When I came down to breakfast, Aunt Chloe was waiting for me in the hall.
Me fren', Mr. whuzya name, ole chappie? Tell us your name." "Rudkus Jurgis Rudkus." "My fren', Mr. Rednose, Hamilton shake han's." The stately butler bowed his head, but made not a sound; and suddenly Master Freddie pointed an eager finger at him. "I know whuzzamatter wiz you, Hamilton lay you a dollar I know! You think hic you think I'm drunk! Hey, now?" And the butler again bowed his head.
I'se yere waitin' on Marse Rupert De Willoughby, but co'se he don' live yere till ye gets his claim through like he do in de ole family mansh'n at Delisleville an' my time hangs heavy on my han's, cos I got so much ledger so I comes out like dish yer an' takes a odd job now an' agen."
"Lipto, lipto, jine de ring; Lipto, lipto, dance an' sing; Dance an' sing, an' laugh an' play, Fur dis is now er halerday." Then, letting loose hands, they would all wheel around three times, singing, "Turn erroun' an' roun' an' roun';" then they would clap their hands, singing, "Clap yer han's, an' make' em soun';" then they would bow their heads, singing, "Bow yer heads, an' bow 'em low;"
"I'm tellin' ye't as I heard it, mem. I houp they haena brunt him yet. Ye maun gang and tak' him oot o' their han's." "Whose hands, child? Who's doing all this to him?" "They stan' aboot the corners o' the streets, mem, in muckle toons, and they catch a haud o' young laads, and they trail them awa' wi' them, and they jist torment the life oot o' them.
W'en he come ober to our place it wuz des ez bad, 'tel bimeby Wiley seed dat Dilsey had got ter thinkin' a heap 'bout Dave, en den he sorter hilt off aw'ile, en purten' lack he gin Dilsey up. But he wuz one er dese yer 'ceitful niggers, en w'ile he wuz laffin' en jokin' wid de yuther han's 'bout Dave en Dilsey, he wuz settin' a trap fer ter ketch Dave en git Dilsey back fer hisse'f.
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