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Then a shiver went through her frame, she closed her eyes, and ceased to breathe. The Judge and George wept, and were not ashamed to show their tears; while Mose, who had always cared for the horse, sobbed aloud in his grief, and on a sudden impulse of anger administered a kick to prostrate Wiles, the "po' white trash," who had killed Mas'r's hoss.
'I should rather suspect it was, said the mulberry man, sipping his liquor, with a complacent face. 'I suppose your mas'r's wery rich? said Sam. Mr.
I knew I never should be good for anything, if they did; and when I knew the papers the papers were signed, and he was sold, I took him and came off in the night; and they chased me, the man that bought him, and some of Mas'r's folks, and they were coming down right behind me, and I heard 'em.
De mas'r he stand and call, 'Run to de wood for hide! Yankee come, sell you to Cuba! run for hide! Ebry man he run, and, my God! run all toder way! "De brack sojer so presumptious, dey come right ashore, hold up dere head. Fus' ting I know, dere was a barn, ten tousand bushel rough rice, all in a blaze, den mas'r's great house, all cracklin' up de roof. Didn't I keer for see 'em blaze?
You see, I telled ye I didn't buy ye jest for the common work; I mean to promote ye, and make a driver of ye; and tonight ye may jest as well begin to get yer hand in. Now, ye jest take this yer gal and flog her; ye've seen enough on't to know how." "I beg Mas'r's pardon," said Tom; "hopes Mas'r won't set me at that. It's what I an't used to, never did, and can't do, no way possible."
"Why-e!" said Chloe, with an accent of surprise and delight; "and how long would it take me to work it out, Missis?" "Some four or five years, Chloe; but, then, you needn't do it all, I shall add something to it." "I wouldn't hear to Missis' givin lessons nor nothin. Mas'r's quite right in dat ar; 't wouldn't do, no ways. I hope none our family ever be brought to dat ar, while I 's got hands."
The landlord was all obsequious, and a relay of about seven negroes, old and young, male and female, little and big, were soon whizzing about, like a covey of partridges, bustling, hurrying, treading on each other's toes, and tumbling over each other, in their zeal to get Mas'r's room ready, while he seated himself easily on a chair in the middle of the room, and entered into conversation with the man who sat next to him.
'My mas'r's the man you want, I see. And after a slight resistance on the part of Job Trotter, Sam led his newly-found friend to the apartment of Mr. Pickwick, to whom he presented him, together with a brief summary of the dialogue we have just repeated. 'I am very sorry to betray my master, sir, said Job Trotter, applying to his eyes a pink checked pocket-handkerchief about six inches square.
"The girl was inclined to be confidential and talkative. She said she was 'old mas'r's' daughter. Her mother had been one of 'old mas'r's' people. She had grown up with the other slave children on the place, being in no way favored because of her relationship to her owner.
Thou hast redeemed me, oh Lord God of truth!" and then quietly yielded himself to the rough, brutal grasp with which Quimbo seized him. "Ay, ay!" said the giant, as he dragged him along; "ye'll cotch it, now! I'll boun' Mas'r's back 's up high! No sneaking out, now! Tell ye, ye'll get it, and no mistake! See how ye'll look, now, helpin' Mas'r's niggers to run away! See what ye'll get!"
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