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Why, I aint had, no reg'lar meal in most a week!" moaned the sufferer. "Glory to Heaben dat I am sabed!" And then he said no more for quite a long, while. The soup was already at hand, and it was Dick who fed it slowly and carefully, seeing to it that Pop should have no more than his enfeebled stomach could take care of, for overfeeding, so Mr. Rover had said, might kill the man.
Sometimes I kinder pinch myself ter see if I ain't daid an' gone ter Heaben." Uncle Billy Smiles Judith stood on the platform, swinging her cooler of buttermilk as a signal to the six-thirty trolley to stop and be fed. Thanks to the help of Aunt Mandy and Uncle Billy she had been able to furnish dinners to the motormen and conductors all during the snows of winter and the rains of spring.
"I tell you I can't think. They do nothing but burn. It's the petroleum!" He started forward, but a slender arm arrested his attempt to rise, and he sank back again as if it had some power over him. "Hyah, miss. Foh de lub ub heaben, put some ub dis yar on he eyes," said Jenifer, who had appeared with a bottle, and was blubbering enough to supply a whole whaling fleet.
'Pears 'twas like a leetle, soft voice, but I couldn't see nobody nowhar dat spoke, and it said, 'Lony, Lony, don't yer make dem boys swar no more, ef ye do, ye'll lose yer soul. I looked all roun and roun, for I was skeered a'most to deff, but I couldn't see nobody, and den I know'd 'twas a voice from heaben, for I'd heerd o' sich, and I says, 'No, Lord, no, I won't. I didn't know den what de SOUL was, or what a drefful ting 'twas to lose it; but I knowd it mus mean suffin orful.
"Kind o', sah. It belongs to de Ruthven plantation. But when my ole massa Heaben bless his spirit sot me free, he gib me de right to use de boathouse so long as I pleased. I lives in yonder cabin on de bluff." "Ah! then you were one of Mr. Ruthven's slaves?" "Colonel Ruthven, sah," said the colored man, with emphasis on the military title. "He is dead?"
"Dar," said the negro, pointing to the skies, "dar is Heaben, dar am my missus's home; and dat is whar she tell me dat she wait for me if she go home first.
"Hi, what you so nimble-come-trimble 'bout this mawnin'?" asked Aunt Em'ly, as she met Billy laden with baggage, sneaking out the back way, planning to load his coach before hitching up. "Miss Ann an' me is done got a invite ter a house pawty an' we air gonter hit the pike in the cool er the mawnin'." "Wha' you goin'?" "Heaben when we die," was all Billy would divulge.
Wid words a great lawyer may 'suade a jury to hang an innocent man, or to let a murderer go free. It's bery fashionable to misparage words, callin' of 'em 'mere words. Mere words! mere fire! mere life! mere death! mere heaben! mere hell! as soon as mere words! What are all the grand books in de worl' filled with? words! What is the Bible called?
Dar's a lesson in dis h'yar par'ble wot 'ud do you good to clap to your heart, Aun' Patsy. Don' you be gwine roun' tryin' to help udder people jus' as you is all ready to go inter de gate ob heaben. Ef you try any ob dat dar foolishness, de fus' thing you know you'll find dat gate shet." "Is dat your 'Melia County par'ble?" asked the old woman. "Dat's it," answered Isham.
Whar's ye lived all yer days, if ye don' know de stars when ye sees 'em?" "Who owns 'em? and what they stuck up ther for?" asked the child, somewhat encouraged. "Who owns 'em? Hi! dey's de property ob de Lord ob heaben, chile, I reckons; and dey's put dar to gib us light o'nights. Jest see 'em shine! and what a sight of 'em dar is, too; nobody can't count 'em noway.
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