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And when he cried out with the pain in his sleep, a kindly black face bent over him, and the chant changed into a soothing murmur: "Nebber you min', sonny; Aunt Melvy gwine git dem cunjers out. She gwine stay by you. You hol' on to her han', an' go to sleep; she'll git dem old cunjers out."
"Dey wuk on twel bimeby de butter tas'e so good dat ole Brer Rabbit want some mo'. Den he raise up his head, he did, en holler out: "'Heyo! Hol' on! I'm a comin'! en off he put. "Dis time he stay right smart w'ile, en w'en he git back Brer Fox ax him whar he bin. "'I been ter see my ole 'oman, en she's a sinkin', sezee.
"It's it's BURRERED OUT!" she said breathlessly. The giant leaped briskly to one side. "Hol' on," said Peggy abstractedly. With infinite gravity she followed, with her fingers, a seam of her skirt down to the hem, popped them quickly under it, and produced, with a sigh of relief, the missing gopher. "You'll do," said Sam, in fearful admiration. "Mebbe you'll make suthin' out o' the Colonel too.
He joked clumsily as they stood on the threshold of the chamber, whispering, blinking his eyes to make up for the lack of their usually ready twinkle. "Hol' on a minute; supposin' I fergit whether I be a man er a woman?" Her love gave inspiration to her answer: "I'll lean on yer, Abe."
"Now you dress up pretty, Miss Ann, an' 'member th'ain't gonter be nary pusson here what kin hol' a can'le to you." "Have they come yet, Billy?" "Some air come an' mo' air comin', so I reckon you'd bes' rise an' shine, Miss Ann. Kin I he'p you none?" Such was the old man's devotion to his mistress that he would gladly have served her as lady's maid had he been called on to do so.
Just wait a moment. I want to talk business." "I have no business to talk with you," I answered. "But I did not say it was with you, monsieur," he answered in sneering tones. "It is with our friend, Duchaine. Hol
Devil got a hol' o' my coat-tails; I'm a-goin' to hell, oh Lawd! Nex', he clim up little mo', an' yell an' holler: 'Done shuck ole devil loose; goin' straight to heavum agin! Goin' to heavum, goin' to heavum, my Lawd! Nex', he slide down some mo' an' holler, 'Leggo my coat-tails, ole devil! Goin' to hell agin, sinnuhs!
Fox then, 'I'm so fat I must go sleep now. So he'll go off in woods a little way an' he'll lie down, an' he'll go to sleep. "Bimeby Wiesacajac he'll look at the sun an' the wind plenty long, an' he'll got more hongree. So he'll come back to camp an' look for his goose. He'll take hol' of those foots that stick up there, an' pull them up, but the foots come loose!
He clim way high up, an' holler: 'Goin' to heavum, goin' to heavum, goin' to heavum NOW. Hallelujah, praise my Lawd! An' he slide down little, an' holler: 'Devil's got a hol' o' my coat-tails; devil tryin' to drag me down! Sinnuhs, take wawnun!
"Air you fellers roostin' here now?" said Sappy in surprise, as he noted the bed as well as the pots and pans. "Yep." "Well, I wanter, too. If I kin git hol' o' Maw 'thout Paw, it'll be O.K." "You let on we don't want you and Paw'll let you come. Tell him Ole Man Raften ordered you off the place an' he'll fetch you here himself."
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