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An' he got old man Byars ter wagin him down ter Colb'ry, a-layin' on two feather beds 'count o' the rocky roads, an' thar he got on the steam kyars an' he rid on them back ter whar he kem from." Kinnicutt seemed unable to longer restrain his impatience. He advanced a pace. "Ye appear ter 'low ez ye air tellin' news I knowed all that whenst it happened a full year ago!"
But the sea did not suit the colored man, and he was as anxious as his masters to reach shore once more. "It's a pity da can't build a mighty bridge over de ocean, an' run kyars," he said. "Den nobody would git seasick." "Perhaps they'll have a bridge some day resting on boats, Aleck," answered Tom. "But I don't expect to live to see it." "Yo' don't know about dat, chile. Look at uddert'ings.
It was absolutely necessary that more should be told to him, and explained to him. Seeing the negro boy Plez crossing the yard, he called him and asked him to tell Mr Keswick that Mr Croft wished to see him immediately. "Mahs' Junius," said the boy, "he done gone to de railroad to take de kyars. He done took he knapsack on he back, an' walk 'cross de fiel's."
"It ain't time fer the train yit leastwise I don't think it is." He looked about uneasily. "That's all right, Jim Bowles. One of them ingines might come along 'most any time. It might creep up behin' you, then, biff! Thah's Jim Bowles! Whut use is the railroad, I'd like to know? I wouldn't be caught a-climbin' in one o' them thah kyars, not fer big money. Supposin' it run off the track?"
I sewed up the man's money myself in them feather beds what he lay on whenst he war wagined down 'ter Colb'ry ter take the kyars. He 'lowed the compn'y mought want them papers whenst they went into liquidation, ez he called it, an' tole me how he hed hid 'em." Rufe Kinnicutt wondered that she should have been so unyielding. She did not speculate on the significance of her promise.
Brown," he said, "I ain' gitt'n' 'long very well wid my ole 'oman." "What 's the trouble?" asked the lawyer, with business-like curtness, for he did not scent much of a fee. "Well, de main trouble is she doan treat me right. An' den she gits drunk, an' wuss'n dat, she lays vi'lent han's on me. I kyars de marks er dat 'oman on my face now." He showed the lawyer a long scratch on the neck.
"What's the matter, Uncle Julius?" inquired my wife, who is of a very sympathetic turn of mind. "Does the noise affect your nerves?" "No, Miss Annie," replied the old man, with emotion, "I ain' narvous; but dat saw, a-cuttin' en grindin' thoo dat stick er timber, en moanin', en groanin', en sweekin', kyars my 'memb'ance back ter ole times, en 'min's me er po' Sandy."
He threw his own hand-bag up on the platform for the porter's care, and also passed back into the train. This late-comer was Henry Decherd. As Number 4 rolled out to the southward, the usual little comedy of a railway train at night-time began. An old lady asked the porter a dozen times what time the "kyars would get to N'Yawlns."
'Pears like dey's been mighty hard on de ole town, sence trade fell off, an' mos' of de folkses moved away. Uster be wharves all along yere, an' cotton-presses, an' big war'houses, an' plenty ships in de ribber; but now dey's all gone. Dem times we uster hab fo' trains of kyars a day; but now dere's only one train comes tree times in de week, an' hit's only got one kyar. Ole St.
An' now, he sez, 'carry 'im in de house. An' he walks arfter me an' opens de do's fur me, an' I kyars 'im in my arms, an' lays 'im down on de bed. An' from dat time I was tooken in de house to be Marse Channin's body-servant. "Well, you nuver see a chile grow so. Pres'n'y he growed up right big, an' ole marster sez he must have some edication.
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