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Hol' on dar," as Jeems Henry eluded his grasp and began to move away. "Which way you gwine? You hear me? Now den!" "I gwine up de river," replied Jeems Henry, badgered at last into revealing his plan. Then, after a cautious look around, "to Chickahominy Swamp," he added in lower tones. Uncle Billy cocked his ears. Here was news indeed. "Chickahominy, huh! So de Yankees is up dar, is dey?
Of co'se when he's been sick we have helt his little nose an' insisted on things; but I reckon we 've made it up to him afterwards, so's he wouldn't take it amiss. Oh, yas, sir; he called me "daddy" hisself, 'n' I never learned it to him, neither. I was layin' out to learn 'im to say "papa" to me, in time; but I 'lowed I 'd hol' back tell he called her name first.
Steve, striking the bar with a heavy hand, shouted in menacing tones: "Hol' on, I say! Nobody goin' to break in on a play that's running in my card-rooms. If you fellers want anything, you ask me." "Go ahead, Bud," said Carson jocosely. "It's only the ol' black calf bawling same as usual." But Lee needed no urging.
She stood on tiptoe and Grey leaned far out of the window, just managing to reach the girl's forehead. Fuselli felt a flush of desire all over him. "Hol' onter my belt," he said. "I'll kiss her right." He leaned far out, and, throwing his arms around the girl's pink gingham shoulders, lifted her off the ground and kissed her furiously on the lips. "Lemme go, lemme go," cried the girl.
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The murmured conversation of the two ministers was interrupted by a low cry from outside the cabin. A loud, coarse laugh followed, and then a husky voice: "Hol' on, my purty lass." Joe took two long strides, and was on the door-step. He saw Nell struggling violently in the grasp of the half-drunken teamster. "I'll jes' hev' to kiss this lassie fer luck," he said in a tone of good humor.
His escape, however, would interfere, possibly, with the plans of Sambo. The big black leaped up, racing after Nicolas. As the Mexican was a little fellow, and short of leg, it was not long before the pursuer caught up with him. "Hol' on, yo' yaller rascal!" laughed Sambo, reaching out for the Mexican. Nicolas wheeled about, dancing out of reach of the negro's massive hands.
I don't 'member much 'bout 'em goin', but after dey lef' I 'member de Blue Coats a-comin'. Dey tore de smoke house down an' made a big fire an' cooked all de meat dey could hol'. All us Niggers had a good time, 'cause, dey give us all us wanted. One of 'em put me up on his knee an' asked me if I'd ever seen Marster wid any little bright 'roun' shiny things.
Then, with a gesture of disdain at the babbling crowd, he marched determinedly away, his rifle held in the hollow of his arm. At this heroic moment a new clamour arose, half admiration, half dismay. Old Peter hobbled after the major, continually repeating, "Hol' on a minnet."
An', fussly, we'll pursidder dis: IS HE ABLE TER DO IT? Is he able fur ter kill marster's niggers wid de s'ord an' de famine? My bredren, he is able! Didn' he prize open de whale's mouf, an' take Jonah right outn him? Didn' he hol' back de lions wen dey wuz er rampin' an' er tearin' roun' atter Dan'l in de den?
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