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An' Massa Jack he was a captain; he rode on hossback, an' Lawdy, but he did look scrumptuous when he first got his uniform. He done fought all through de wah, an' dey say Ginral Lee done shook hands wid him, an' said how proud he was ter know him. You kin sutt'nly tie to Massa Jack, Missus." The negro's voice had scarcely ceased when Keith came in again, closing the door securely behind him.
Geraldine asked of a second messenger, as he stood by the steps of the veranda, waiting for the desired commodities. "Lawdy, no, ma'am! He is as good as new! Doc' George, he fix him up."
It was too much for the two lads and they broke into another loud guffaw. "Well, what do you think of that!" exclaimed Chester. "Here's what looks like an old plantation negro, and he speaks German." "Funniest thing I ever heard," gasped Hal between bursts of laughter. At their words, an expression of amazement passed over the old negro's face. "Lawdy!
Lawdy!" he exclaimed, a wide grin spreading itself over his features; "if dese two chilluns ain't 'Mericans," and advancing toward them he demanded: "What yo'al doin' hyah? Dey tol' me dey dun captured fo' spies!" Hal explained briefly. The old negro rolled his eyes in gaping wonder at the recital. "Can't you help us, uncle?" asked Chester, as Hal completed his story.
Next time you go out coon huntin' be sure there's no Yankee and rebel soldiers huntin' one another in the neighborhood. Coons have a tough time then." "Yankee sojers!" gasped the negro, as he was led back to the fire, and saw the blue uniforms. "Lawdy, massy, don't kill me. I pray, sah, don't. I hain't done nuffin. Sho' I hain't.
They counted off by twos; the evens waited while the odds danced the half of each set, and then the odds waited and cooled, tried to cool, out on the veranda. "O ladies ramble in, Whilst de beaux ramble out, For to guile dat golden cha ain. My Lawdy! it's a sin Fo' a fiddleh not to shout! Miss Charlotte's a-comin' down de la ane!" Now the dance is off, but now it is on again, and again.
From the Granville cabin a gun roared loudly; and an Indian, clawing at his bloody breast, shot up in the heart of a clump of bushes and pitched forward on his face. "Lawdy! But the Englisher must 'a' used 'bout a pint o' buckshot!" exclaimed Cousin admiringly. "Pretty smart, too!
"That's Proudfit's " Before he could finish the bang of a pistol rang, evidently in the office door, another, farther within, roared up through the house, and a third and fourth re-echoed it amid the wailings of Johanna as she flew down the stairs crying: "Mahs John Wesley! O Lawdy, Lawdy! Mahs John Wesley! Mahs John Wesley!" At the same instant came Tom Hersey's voice, remote, but clear: "Stop!
She sezs you know dey ez not gone, go back en git dem up. I had ter go back, but dey wur'ent dere. No, I don't member de sta'rs fallin'. Mah Missis didunt gib me nuthin, cept mah clothes, en she put dem in a carpet bag. Atter freedom mah mammy kum fum Lebanon en got me. Ah'll neber fergit dat day Oh Lawdy! I kin see her now.
"Lawdy Gawd, Missy, but dey done gone! bofe of 'em!" "Who is gone?" demanded Sophy, as the woman beside her trembled and grew paler still. "Marse Jack and dat fool nigger, Hannibal." "Mr. Hamlin gone?" repeated Sophy incredulously. "When? Where?" "Jess now on de down boat. Sudden business. Didn't like to disturb yo' and yo' friend. Said he'd write." "But he was ill almost helpless," gasped Sophy.
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