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Updated: May 4, 2025
The thoughts come. You're a great one to talk against thinking. Uncle says you don't do much else, and that your thoughts are just like the smoke of your pipe." Aun' Jinkey bridled indignantly at first, but, recollecting herself, said quietly: "I knows my juty ter ole mars'r en'll say not'n gin 'im. He bring you up en gib you a home, Miss Lou. You must reckermember dat ar."
"Ob co'se, mars'r, I do ez I tol'. I des ride ole bay down, too. Mout ez well took 'im ter water de same time." The soldier making no response Chunk slipped away with the horses, trembling as if in an ague fit. Nothing was left for him now but to get away and take his chances. Fortune in this instance, as it often does, favored the bolder course.
You may trust Aun' Jinkey and her grandson." "Dat you kin, mars'r," Chunk ejaculated with peculiar emphasis. "God bless you, then, for a woman who has a heart. I'm quite content that you're not an angel," and a smile so lighted up the soldier's features that she thought she had never seen a pleasanter looking man.
Whar dey get de news fum I dunno. Dey sez ole mars'r is 'stracted en ole miss des put her thin lips tergedder ez ef she gwine ter hab her way ter de las' minit. Ez fer Marse Whately, you knows he al'ays hab his way, en ef dere isn't eny way he mek it. You sez de min'ster en folks is comin'? Hit des stumps me fer dem ter go on so ef dey hasn't de po'r."
Faint sounds came from the house and the negro quarters, but all was still about the cabin. Suddenly she took her pipe from her mouth and muttered, "Dar goes a squinch-owl tootin'. Dat doan mean no good." "Aunt Jinkey," said Scoville, who was watching her, "that screech- owl worries you, doesn't it?" "Dere's mo' kin's ob squinch-owls dan you 'lows on, mars'r.
Westlake, who knew that in this instance questions would have to be abandoned and the witness allowed to tell his story in his own way. "Well, Uncle Mose, you have been employed at Fair Oaks for a long time, haven't you?" "Moah dan twenty yeahs, sah, I'se had charge ob dese y'er grounds; an' mars'r Mainwaring, he t'ought nobody but ole Mose cud take cyah ob 'em, sah."
"Dar's a whole comp'ny of sodjers on hossback comin' down de road!" shouted Cuffy, as soon as he could collect breath enough to speak. "What are they, Cuffy?" demanded Warren. "Sodjers! Mars'r Warren." "Of course they are soldiers; but on which side do they belong?" "Dressed in blue, Mars'r Warren. Mus' be Union." "The force must be one, or both, of your companies, Lieutenant," added Warren.
Mechanically she obeyed, saying, "No, mars'r, but dat squinch-owl des shook me like a ghos'." Before she knew it he was beside her, his eyes shining with excitement. "There," he said, putting into the hand he pressed a ten-dollar bill, "I'll see you again, and you won't be sorry. Good- by," and with a swift glance around he strode away toward the run.
Well, sah, de fust man, he come heah in de mawnin'. De Inglish gentlemens, dey had been a-walkin' in de grounds and jes' done gone roun' de corner oh de house to go to mars'r Mainwaring's liberry, when dis man he comes up de av'nue in a kerridge, an' de fust ting I heah 'im a-cussin' de driver.
"What does all that mean, Warren?" asked Fronklyn in a whisper. "I don't know," replied the planter's son, as he cocked his rifle, and returned to the stable. "What are you about here?" he demanded. "Mars'r Warren!" exclaimed several of them. "What are you going to do with the horses, Phil?" asked Warren.
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