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"Now, den," exclaimed Grandison, "heah comes Mahs'r Morris, and I's gwine ter put dis question to hisse'f. He oughter know how ter 'cide bout it, if anybody does." "You ain't truly gwine ter put dat question to him, is ye?" asked 'Bijah, quickly. "No, sah," replied the other. "I's gwine to put the case on a dif'rent show-pint. But 'twill be the same thing as de udder." Mr.
"Now don't you go ter sayin' nuffin' o' dat kind, ole feller. I'se been a-tinkin' ebber sence I got dat money dat it's jes ez much 'Liab's ez'tis mine. Ef it hadn't been fer you I'd nebber knowed 'nough ter go ober to de Yanks, when ole Mahs'r send me down ter wuk on de fo'tifications, an' so I neber git it at all. So now, yer see, Bre'er 'Liab, you's gwine ter keep dat 'ere money.
"Are you willing to try?" "S'pect I hev ter, ennyhow, ef yer say so." "Now, Nimbus, haven't I always been a good master to you?" reproachfully. No answer. "Haven't I been kind to you always?" "Yer made Marse War' gib me twenty licks once." "Well, weren't you saucy, Nimbus? Wouldn't you have done that to a nigger that called you a 'grand rascal' to your face?" "S'pecs I would, Mahs'r."
Dat's de kin' wot fetch two dollars a bar'l." "Brudder Gran'son," said 'Bijah, solemnly, "is you min' runnin on takin' Mahs'r Morrises apples inter town an' sellin' em?" "Well, he gits de money, don't he?" answered the other, "and if I don't sell his apples 'taint no use sellin' none. Dem udder little nubbins roun' heah won't fetch no two dollars a bar'l."
An' I didn't hev no use for no mo' neither, kase dat wuz de one ole Mahs'r gib me hisself, an' nobody on de libbin' yairth nebber hed no sech name afo' an' nebber like to agin. Dat wuz allers de way ub ole Mahs'r's names.
Morris was a genial-natured man, who took a good deal of interest in his negro neighbors, and was fond of listening to their peculiar humor. Therefore, when he saw that Grandison wished to speak to him he readily pulled up his horse. "Mahs'r Morris," said Grandison, removing his hat, "Brudder 'Bijah an' me has been argyin on de subjick ob truf.
Yer see he wuz my ole oberseer, Mahs'r, an' wuz powerful good ter me, tu. I'd a heap ruther hev his name than Marse Desmit's; but I don't want no name but Nimbus, nohow. "All right," said the chairman, as he made the entry. "Ware it is then."
"Nimbus," replied the master. "Wh what?" asked the mother. "Say dat agin', won't yer, Mahs'r?" "Nimbus Nimbus," repeated Desmit. "Wal, I swan ter gracious!" exclaimed the mother. "Ef dat don't beat! H'yer! little what's yer name? Jes' ax yer Mahs'r fer a silver dollar ter pay yer fer hevin' ter tote dat er name 'roun' ez long ez yer lives."
Morris, gathering up his reins. "And, by the way, Grandison, do you expect to make that payment on your place which is due next week?" "Yaas, sah, sartin shuh," said Grandison. "I done tole you I'd do it, Mahs'r Morris, an' I 'tends ter stick ter de truf." "Now, den," said Grandison, in a tone of triumph, when Mr.
"Yes, Vicey's gal smart gal, too. Well, as I've about concluded to keep you both if you behave yourselves, that is, as well as you've been doing I don't know as there's any reason why you shouldn't take up with her." "Thank ye, Mahs'r," very humbly, but very joyfully.
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