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Updated: May 23, 2025
"It's Sam dat's called for in dese yer times. He's de nigger. See if I don't cotch her, now; Mas'r'll see what Sam can do!" "Ah! but, Sam," said Andy, "you'd better think twice; for Missis don't want her cotched, and she'll be in yer wool." "High!" said Sam, opening his eyes. "How you know dat?" "Heard her say so, my own self, dis blessed mornin', when I bring in Mas'r's shaving-water.
"Wal, boys, the best way is to give him the flogging to do, till he gets over his notions. Break him in!" "Lord, Mas'r'll have hard work to get dat out o' him!" "It'll have to come out of him, though!" said Legree, as he rolled his tobacco in his mouth. "Now, dar's Lucy, de aggravatinest, ugliest wench on de place!" pursued Sambo.
'Haley had stood a perfectly amazed spectator of the scene, till Eliza had disappeared up the bank, when he turned a blank, inquiring look on Sam and Andy. "That ar was a tolable fair stroke of business," said Sam. "The gal's got seven devils in her, I believe," said Haley. "How like a wild-cat she jumped!" "Wal, now," said Sam, scratching his head, "I hope mas'r'll 'scuse us tryin' dat ar road.
Haley had stood a perfectly amazed spectator of the scene, till Eliza had disappeared up the bank, when he turned a blank, inquiring look on Sam and Andy. "That ar was a tolable fair stroke of business," said Sam. "The gal 's got seven devils in her, I believe!" said Haley. "How like a wildcat she jumped!" "Wal, now," said Sam, scratching his head, "I hope Mas'r'll 'scuse us trying dat ar road.
His wondrous words and pious prayers had struck upon the hearts of the imbruted blacks, who had been the instruments of cruelty upon him; and, the instant Legree withdrew, they took him down, and, in their ignorance, sought to call him back to life, as if that were any favor to him. "Sartin, we 's been doin' a drefful wicked thing!" said Sambo; "hopes Mas'r'll have to 'count for it, and not we."
"We'se gwine ter do better'n de hoss. If mas'r'll 'zamine his saddle- bags, reckon he'll fine dat Missy Rita hain't de leddy to sen' us off on a hunt widout a bite of suthin' good. She sez, sez she to me, in kind o' whisper like, 'Mas'r Graham'll fine suthin' you'll like, Huey;" and the boy eyed the saddle-bags like a young wolf.
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