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"I reckon business is the right word, Starbuck," and moving closer to Kintchin he demanded: "Somebody got a mortgage on yo' feet so you can't move 'em?" "Wha'fo'?" replied the negro, ducking his head. "You keep on a standin' thar when you see I want to talk to Starbuck." "W'y, bless yo' life, you's so entertainin' I kain't hardly t'ar myse'f loose.
"Well, I'll go over with you." They went away, looking back and begging to be "excused," and Mrs. Mayfield stood looking down the road. After a time she went over by the fence, sat down on a stump and began to pluck flowers from the vines that ran along the rails. Into the yard Kintchin came, singing; but when he discovered Mrs.
You neber had no trouble wid er crap-shootin' nigger, ef you had you'd be mo' consarned. Anybody gwine gib me er quarter." "I'll give you a testament," said Jim, looking back and smiling at Tom. "Testament! Ointment you better say," replied Kintchin. "Testament ain't gwine be no mo' fo'ce wid dem niggers den de Lawd's pra'r would wid er wild haug.
If you have, suppose we kill one an' roast it 'twon't take long." This suggestion met with approval, and with the help of Kintchin, helloaed out of a nap behind the smoke-house, a pig was slaughtered and barbecued. In Old Jasper's house that night there was a feast a strange picture, three old women at table and an old negro, with watery mouth, standing in the door.
As soon as I git this gear in shape I'll have Kintchin hitch up and drive a passel of you over thar. I reckon we've got one of the smartest post-masters in the country. I've seed him rip open many a man's letter an' read it off just like print. Here, Kintchin! Kintchin! That nigger's asleep somewhar.
He knew Lije Peters, neighborhood bully without being a coward, a born black-mailer, a ruffian with the touch of humor, ignorant with sometimes an allegorical cast of speech. As he entered the room he looked about and seeing no one else, spoke to Kintchin: "Whar's Jasper Starbuck?"
What object would we have in changing them?" "Don't ask me, mam. I never know what object nobody has ain't my business. Here, Kintchin," he called to the negro, "take them trunks outen the wagin and then you may go to sleep ag'in." Kintchin came round a corner of the house, rubbing his eyes. "Talkin' ter me, suh?" "You hearn me." "Said suthin' erbout gwine ter sleep.
Mose who had been screwing up his face began again: "Feller knock me down have me to w w w w whup." The voice of Kintchin, driving the steers, came up the hill: "Whoa, hor, Buck, come yere. Come yere Bright." Mose remarked after a serious effort that the steers must have about all they could pull, and then added that he must be going.
There came a loud cry of "halloa," and Jasper went to the window. "Helloa yo'se'f." "My wagon's stalled down here," a man shouted, "and I'd like for you to fetch your steers and give me a lift up the hill." "What air you loaded with?" "Hoop poles." "All right, I'll send a nigger down an' " Just then he caught sight of Kintchin.
Well, I beg yo' pardon, I thought you did." Kintchin, who sat in front, ducked his head and chuckled. "Oh, de folks up yere is de 'commerdatinist you eber seed. Da'll stand up fur you ur fall down fur you ur do anythin' you pleases. Sorry I come off an' furgot suthin'. Allus de way man furgits whut he needs de mos." "Did you forget something, Kintchin?" Mrs. Mayfield inquired.
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