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I sho don't think diff'ent culers oughter ma'rie. De Lawd didn't mean fer hit ter be dun. Dunno ob any slave 'risin's in Virginia er any uther place. Don't member now de tales en sayin' ob de ole times." "Member well w'en de war broke out en how dey had big dinners en marched 'round ovuh de fiel's, gittin' ready fer de war. I had a br'er kilt in de war en mah mammy got a lettle money fum 'im.
I dink I make up some boetry apout him," and the German boy began: "Der vos von lettle sphider Vot lifed owid in der voot, He made himself a leetle veb Und said dot it vos goot." "Hurrah, for Hans!" cried Tom. "He's the true poet of spiderdom!" and then he added: "Hans, we'll crown you poet laureate if you say so." "I ton't von no crown," answered Hans, complacently.
"Dear friend Captain Cummins Sir I have to thank you to send me 8 Empett Cask for to go for Market. "I remain your friend Eyo Eyo Honesty." "My friend Captain Commins if you please send me that Rum I been beg you and thank you for lettle Beef too if you got any. "Toby Tom Narrow." "Captain R. Commings Sir I mush obliged to you for please spear me some nails for make door do my friend I remain Sir
"Jefers-pelters! I 'low if I had a boy o' m' own mebbe I'd be a lettle keerful how I used either licker, or terbaccer. But I hain't. I got only one child, an' she's a female. I reckon I ain't gotter worry about little Matildy bein' inflooenced either by her daddy's chawin', or his takin' a snifter of licker on a cold day I snum!" "Unanswerable logic, Walky," said Nelson, with some scorn.
With a bit o' luck, now, ye'll be in Falmouth under the hundred." "So. If de vind holds goot. Oh, de Hedwig Rickmers is a goot sheep, no? But if Ah dond't get de crew of de poor lettle Hilda to work mein sheep, Ah dond't t'ink ve comes home so quick as hundert days, no?" "God bless us, man. Shure, it's the least they cud do, now.
She stopped at Hopewell Drugg's store, which was a rendezvous for the male gossips of the town, and Walky was holding forth upon the subject uppermost in the public mind: "Them consarned lettle skeezicks I'd ha' trounced the hull on 'em if they'd been mine." "How would you have felt, Mr. Dexter, if they really were yours?" asked Janice, who had been talking to 'Rill and Nelson Haley.
"Ai-yi!" said old Sally. "I ain’t seein’ no bone this deal. Just a lettle green gourd ’s all I see with my strongest specs." Mary Carmichael, in one of the inner rooms, was writing a home letter, which was chiefly remarkable for what it failed to relate.
He finished wearin' de bunch ob switches out on us. Dat wuz a whuppin' I'll nebber fergit. W'en I wuz heired ter Missis Synthis, I wuked in de fiel's 'til she started ter raise chillens en den I wuz kep in de house ter see atter dem. Missis had a lot ob cradles en dey kep two 'omen in dat room takin' keer ob de babies en lettle chillens 'longin' ter dere slaves.
"Och, now, Misther Shure-shat!" gasped the Irishman at length, "an' it's only jokin' ye are?" "Truth I tell ye, Petrick every word o' 't. Ye see the oats weer jest then sellin' at fifty cents the bushel, an' thet paid us. We made a lettle suthin', too, by the speekolashun." "But how did yez get the other inds pointed at all at all?" "Oh! thet weer eezy enough.
Two ye'ars later I mar'ed George Watkins, lived wid him 8 ye'ars; two ye'ars ago he died. I'se neber had any chilluns. I kep wan'in ter 'dopt a lettle gal, de fust husban' wouldn't do hit. 'Bout 5-1/2 ye'ars ago de second husban' George kum in wid a tiny baby, sezs 'yer ez a boy baby I 'dopted. I sezs dat ez you own baby cose hits jes like yer.
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