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"Not while your ole Aunty libs, Marser Egbert, if you dar do what she tells you!" The words struck some chord previously active in the brain of Crawford. He glanced up at the string of articles on the line of twine, then stopped short in his walk, before the old woman. "Well?" "Oh, you see dem tings, and you is coming to it, is you, honey!" chuckled the crone.
"He sent you to me?" "No, marser, nor likewise knowed I come." "Joe! who has sent you here?" inquired Mr. Berners. "No one hasn't, marser," answered Joe, dashing the tears from his eyes, and then proceeding to unstrap a large hamper that he carried upon his shoulders. "No one! Then how came you here?" demanded Mr. Berners, uneasily.
Instantly her withered face assumed a new expression of intelligence, and her hand shook so that she almost dropped the candle, as she cried: "Merciful Lord and Marser! If dat are ain't young Egbert Crawford!" "My name is certainly Egbert Crawford!" said that individual, very much surprised in his turn. "But who are you that know me?" "Don't know his ole Aunt Synchy!" exclaimed the old woman.
"I don't like dees steam-boats no how," said William; "I hope when marser goes on a journey agin he will take de carriage and de hosses." Mr. After a passage of seven days they arrived at Louisville, and put up at Gough's Hotel. Here they had to await the departure of another boat for the North. They were now in their most critical position.
"It is not my wishes to act foolish, marser; but it's enough to constunnate the sensoriest person to be tumbled in upon dis way at dis hour ob de night by a whole raft of strangers men, and women, and dogs, and cats, and birds included!" mumbled Jovial, as he went to do his errand.
"Dey all de time tellin' dat de Lord made us for to work for dem, and I don't believe a word of it." "Marser Peck give dat sermon to Snyder, I know," said Uncle Simon. "He jest de one for dat," replied Sandy. "I think de people dat made de Bible was great fools," said Ned. "Why?" Uncle Simon. "'Cause dey made such a great big book and put nuttin' in it, but servants obey yer masters."
It was on the second day of the steamer's voyage that Pompey selected five of the old slaves, took them in a room by themselves, and commenced preparing them for the market. "Well," said Pompey, addressing himself to the company, "I is de gentman dat is to get you ready, so dat you will bring marser a good price in de Orleans market.
"Now," said he, addressing himself to the company, "I is de chap dat is to get you ready for de Orleans market, so dat you will bring marser a good price. How old is you?" addressing himself to a man not less than forty. "If I live to see next sweet-potato-digging time, I shall be either forty or forty-five, I don't know which."
"Lord bless you, sir! safe as safe! I took by-paths, and didn't see a creetur, not one! Why, lord, sir, you had better a-trusted into me from the beginning, than into Capping Pendulum. Bress your soul, marser, there an't that white man going, nor yet that red injun, that can aiqual a colored gentleman into hiding and seeking!" "I can well believe that."
The Negroes on the farm, under "Marser Sam," were also working in a manner that attracted the attention of the planters round about. They no longer feared Huckelby's whip, and no longer slept under the preaching of Snyder. On the Sabbath, Mr. and Mrs.
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