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Day's voice. "He can't git along with 'Rill Scattergood, so he won't go to school. His fingers is gettin' all stained yaller from suthin' d'you 'xpect it's them cigarettes, Jase?" Her husband was rising slowly to his feet. "Gimme the pail," he grunted, without replying to her last question. "I'll git the water for ye this onc't. But that's Marty's job an' he's got to l'arn it, too!"
"Dave didn't hardly knowed w'at ter do; but he couldn' tell no lie, so he 'fessed he could read de Bible a little by spellin' out de words. Mars Dugal' look' mighty solemn. "'Dis yer is a se'ious matter, sezee; 'it's 'g'in de law ter l'arn niggers how ter read, er 'low 'em ter hab books. But w'at yer l'arn out'n dat Bible, Dave? "Dave wa'n't no fool, ef he wuz a nigger, en sezee:
Follock," put in the anxious mother; "may I ask the reason for that opinion?" "Too much Suntay, Matam Littlepage the poy wilt be sp'ilt by ter ministers. He will go away an honest lat, and come pack a rogue. He will l'arn how to bray and to cheat." "Hoity toity! my noble colonel!" exclaimed the Rev. Mr. Worden, affecting more resentment than he felt.
De niggers soon 'skiver' dat he wuz a Yankee, en dat he come down ter Norf C'lina fer ter l'arn de w'ite folks how to raise grapes en make wine. He promus Mars Dugal' he c'd make de grapevimes b'ar twice't ez many grapes, en dat de noo winepress he wuz a-sellin' would make mo' d'n twice't ez many gallons er wine. En ole Mars Dugal' des drunk it all in, des 'peared ter be bewitch' wid dat Yankee.
Pomp was so far from being terrified by this menace that he burst into a loud guffaw. This, of course, added fuel to the flame of the old lady's wrath, and filled her with thoughts of immediate vengeance. Her sympathy with the oppressed black race was at that moment very small. "Jest lend me your w'ip, driver," said she, "an' I'll l'arn that sassy imp to make fun of his elders."
I wonder what but then, them furriners are wonderful for findin' out concernin' ev'rythin'." She hugged her pulpy spelling book against her breast with a little shiver of determination. "I'm goin' to l'arn, too," she said with firm decision as she scrambled up the rough and rocky mountain path.
In the firelight Snake Anson's face looked lean and serpent-like, his eyes glittered, and his long neck and all of his long length carried out the analogy of his name. "Snake, what's this here deal with Beasley?" inquired Jim. "Reckon you'll l'arn when I do," replied the leader. He appeared tired and thoughtful.
"Po' Chloe hadn' heared mo' d'n half er de las' part er w'at Hannibal said, but she had heared 'nuff to l'arn dat dis nigger had fooler her en Jeff, en dat po' Jeff hadn' done nuffin', en dat fer lovin' her too much en goin' ter meet her she had cause' 'im ter be sol' erway whar she'd nebber, nebber see 'im no mo'. De sun mought shine by day, de moon by night, de flowers mought bloom, en de mawkin'-birds mought sing, but po' Jeff wuz done los' ter her fereber en fereber.
I loved to lash Flukey and Flea. I loved to make the marks stand out on their legs and backs. And I tried to l'arn Flukey to be a thief, and Flea were a goin' to Lem tomorry. It were the only way I lived the only way!" Cronk trailed on as if to himself.
And I sank back, breathless, a degree ashamed, a degree rather satisfied with my action and my barked knuckles. Congratulations echoed dully. "The right spirit!" "That'll l'arn him to insult a lady." "You sartinly rattled him up, stranger. Squar' on the twitter!" "Shake, Mister." "For a pilgrim you're consider'ble of a hoss." "If he'd drawn you'd have give him a pill, I reckon, lady.
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