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Updated: June 2, 2025
Den, bein' ez he wuz de king, an' could grant any kin' er wush, he sont all roun' thu de kentry eb'ywhar, an' 'lowed dat any bird or fish, or any kin' er little beas' dat 'oud fotch 'im dat stone, he'd grant 'em de deares' wush er dey hearts. "Well, mun, in er few days de whole yearth wuz er movin'; eb'ything dar wuz in de lan' wuz er gwine.
She cared for my mother, a lonely outcast, and braved death herself to go to her when she was dying of the fever. God bless her!" Lindy was standing in the doorway. "Lan' sakes, Marse Nick, yo' gotter go," she said. He rose and pressed my fingers. "I'll go," he said, and left me. Lindy seated herself in the chair. She held in her hand a bowl of beef broth.
Estralla looked into the rough cabin, half hoping to find Sylvia there. Then she went back a little way and shouted Sylvia's name again and again, and this time there was a response. "Estralla! Estralla!" came clearly to her ears. "My lan' o' grashus!" whispered the little darky, and then called loudly, "I'se a-comin', Missy Sylvia." And now Sylvia called again.
Is that all?" "For now, yes." "What are you going to do, Colonel?" "Me? I'm going fishing. I haven't thrown a line in over a week, and I'm afraid I'll forget how. Yes, I'm going fishing, but I'll see you some time to-night." And a little later Shag was electrified by his master's call: "Get things ready!" "Good lan' ob massy, Colonel, sah! Are we suah gwine fishin'?" "That's what we are, Shag.
"An' sae gran'mother's weirin awa', father!" "To the lan' o' the leal, laddie." "Wull she ken me?" "Na, she winna ken ye; she'll never ken onybody mair i' this warl'; but she'll ken plenty whaur she's gaein'!" He rose, and they walked together towards the kitchen. There was nobody there, but they heard steps going to and fro in the room above.
Some of 'em was disposed ter stick out for de beer fust, an' said dey could do deir bes' shoutin' w'en dey was loaded. But my princerple is work fust, den go ter de cashier. So I made 'em a speech. "I sez: 'Feller-citerzens: Dis is de lan' er de free an' de home er de brav, an' den I give a motion wot means 'stamp de feet. Dey all stamped like dey was clog-dancers.
"There!" he panted, desisting finally. "NOW I reckon you know whether I been up there or not!" Herman rubbed his smitten cheek. "Pow!" he exclaimed. "Pow-ee! You cert'ny did lan' me good one NAT time! Oo-ee! she HURT!" "You'll get hurt worse'n that," Penrod assured him, "if you stay around here much. Rupe Collins is comin' this afternoon, he said.
I misdoubt anythin' will come av permiscuous huntin' afther peacockses in a desolit lan'; an' I know that I will lie down an' die wid thirrrst. Me catch peacockses for you, ye lazy scutts an' be sacrificed by the peasanthry Ugh!" He waved a huge paw and went away. At twilight, long before the appointed hour, he returned empty-handed, much begrimed with dirt.
"Heap de beech leaves an' de oak leaves upon dis heah po' los' niggah. Oh, my lan'! don' you heah 'um comin'?" Dead leaves fell upon her in a shower, and her accomplice gathered more with frantic haste. "Oh, it's the ghost in the tobacco-house! it's a rock rolling down the mountain! it's it's something splashing in the swamp!" "Is I a-hidin' in de swamp?
Arter de war war ober I had a little money, an' I war gwine ter rent a plantation on sheers an' git out a good stan' ob cotton. Cotton war bringin' orful high prices den, but Lindy said to me, 'Now, John, you'se got a lot ob money, an' you'd better salt it down. I'd ruther lib on a little piece ob lan' ob my own dan a big piece ob somebody else's.
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