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Den I t'ought I'd try an' git money ter go an' hunt 'em up, but it was jes' ez it was afo'. I dunno how, but de harder I wuk de porer I got, till finally I jes started off afoot an' alone ter go ter Kansas; an' h'yer I is, ready ter grow up wid de kentry, Marse Hesden, jest ez soon ez I gits ter Sally an' de chillen." "I'm glad you have not had any political trouble," said Hesden.
"Marse Tom, you are just putting on; you know it perfectly well; I don't know what makes you act like that but you always did, even when you was little, and you can't get over it, I reckon. Are you over it now, Marse Tom?"
An' dar wuz Light Horse Harry Lee, an' dar wuz Marse Fauquier Cary dat wuz marster's gran'father, an' Marse Edward Churchill! An' dey took de swords, an' dey made to stack de ahms, an' dey druv an' dey druv King Pharaoh into de sea! Ain' dey gwine ter do hit ergain? Tell me dat! Ain' dey gwine ter do hit ergain?" The master signed with his hand. "I trust you one and all.
Finally he laid his hand on my arm, and, with a curious, beseeching look, in his eyes, said: "'Sammy, all yesterday, when I was a-comin', I was a-studyin' about it, an' I couldn't git it out'n my mind. It come to me agin when I saw Marse Henry las' night, an' I wanted to tell him. But when I got up dis mawnin' an' see myself I knowed I couldn't ask ye, Sammy, an' I didn't.
"Yes sar, Marse Mahcy, it was Julius done dat yellin', an' I done it kase I aint want Cap'n Beardsley to cotch you in de house," answered the boy, as he laid out his strength on the oars, and sent the boat swiftly away from the bank. "Are you sure that Beardsley was with those men?" asked Marcy earnestly.
An immediate private consultation was the consequence, and the result was that the head groom came to Pitapat, told her that he was sorry, but that Miss Black's pony had fallen lame. The little maid went back with the answer. When she was gone the head groom, calling to his fellows, said: "That young gal ain't a-gwine to be fooled either by ole marse or we.
"Yes," said Frank, picking up the article in question, "and to judge from the holes you put through it we'll have to do without a basin during the remainder of our stay in camp. But how do you suppose this bear wandered into camp?" "Reckons dat he jest smells de cawn, Marse Frank, w'en I opens up de can, an' by gorry, dat b'ar he can't resist de temptations to hab some.
Den I war plumb beat when I saw Mister Holton stalkin' up dat platfohm like he owned it an' de railroad an' de hills, and de hull yearth. But he's bettuh heah dan down at home, Marse Frank. He don't belong down in de bluegrass." "I'm afraid you are impertinent, Neb. Don't meddle. You always have been prejudiced against Barbara and her father." The old negro answered quickly, bitterly.
The roar was increasing, and folks were stirring about at the track side. "Marse Robert, gimme dis 'er' valise. I got a right, suh, to talk to you dis 'er' way. I slaved for you and 'tended to you from a child up. I went th'ough de war as yo' body-servant tell we whipped de Yankees and sent 'em back to de No'th. I was at yo' weddin', and I was n' fur away when yo' Miss Letty was bawn.
"Marse Nick!" she cried, terror-stricken, "she'll done fin' out dat you've been er-talkin'." "Pish!" said Nick with a fine air, "who's afraid of her?" Lindy's face took on an expression of intense amusement. "Yo' is, for one, Marse Nick," she answered, with the familiarity of an old servant. "I done seed yo' skedaddle when she comed." "Tut," said Nick, grandly, "I run from no woman. Eh, Davy?"
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