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Oddly enough, both she and Wade had discovered each other's secrets that evening. When the men joined them the Doctor suggested whist. Wade protested his stupidity, but was overruled and assigned to Miss Mullett as partner. "If you played like John Hobb," declared the Doctor, "you'd win with Miss Mullett for partner."
"No, man," Dennis said, "it was a hat on a man's head ole Meshach Milburn's steeple-top. I was a follerin' of him." "Stow your wid!" the man clapped the hat back on Levin's head. "You're a poor hobb, anyhow. Is thair any niggers to sell hereby?" "Oh, that's your trade, nigger buyin'? Well, there's mighty few niggers to sell in Prencess Anne.
We lived near Rock Hill. They was adjoining towns. Patrollers and Good Masters "The only patrollers I knew of was some that come on the place once and got hurt. My mother had a brother Hobb and the patroller tried to whip him. Hobb knocked all his front teeth out with a stick. It was like it is now. There were certain white people who didn't allow any of their niggers to be whipped.
"Where's Shorty Hobb with his fiddle?" said he. "Parky wouldn't leave him come," answered Bone. "He loaned him money on his vierlin, and he says he owns it and won't leave him play in no church that ever got invented." "Parky, hey?" said Jim, drawlingly. "Wal, bless his little home'pathic pill of a soul!"
I never seen a patroller on my place. I have heard of them in other places, but the only one to come on our place was the one Uncle Hobb beat up. He had to take it, because you couldn't put anything over on Harris' plantation. My people was rich people. They didn't allow anybody to come on their places and interfere with then their niggers.
"I'm a-goin' right thair," answered Levin, much relieved. "You must be a Yankee, or some other furriner, sir." "No, hobb! I'm workin' my lay back to Delaware from Norfolk, by pungy to Somers's cove. Show me to the tavern and I'll sluice your gob. I'll treat you to swig."
First Phinney, our 208-pound left guard, dislocated his shoulder in the Indian game; then Hobb, full back, got a swat on the head that sent him to the Infirmary for two weeks; then Jones, our best half, hurt his leg. Those were the principal troubles, but there were lots of smaller ones besides.
"What day is to-day?" "Friday," replied the teamster. "All right. Then we'll say on Sunday we celebrate with church in Webber's blacksmith shop," agreed old Jim, secretly delighted beyond expression. "We won't git gay with anything too high-falootin', but we'd ought to git Shorty Hobb to show up with his fiddle." "Certain!" assented the barkeep. "You kin leave that part of the game to me."
Eve and Wade desired to know who John Hobb was, and the Doctor was forced to acknowledge him a quite mythical character, whose name in that part of the world stood proverbially for incompetence. After that when any of the four made a mistake he or she was promptly dubbed John Hobb.
"I have heard my mother say that no white man ever struck her in her life. I have had uncles that were struck. Two of them, and both of them killed the men that struck them. Uncle Saul killed Edmund Smith and Uncle George killed Ed McGehee. They electrocuted Uncle Saul they executed him. "White men struck them and they wouldn't take it. They didn't do nothin' at all to Hobb Baron.
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