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Dar, dar, now ye'r' cryin'! cry away, and ease yer poor little heart! He died for Mass'r Jim, loved him and died for him, jes' give up his sweet, precious body and soul for him on de cross! Laws, jes' leave him in Jesus' hands! Why, honey, dar's de very print o' de nails in his hands now!"
But den I was tellin' Cato t'oder day, says I, 'Cato, I dunno 'bout de rest o' de world, but I ha'n't neber felt it in my bones dat Mass'r James is r'ally dead, for sartin. Now I feels tings gin'ally, but some tings I feels in my bones, an' dem allers comes true. An' dat ar's a feelin' I ha'n't had 'bout Mass'r Jim yit, an' dat ar's what I'm waitin' for 'fore I clar make up my mind.
With an effort I collected myself, and tamed down my horse, now chafing to continue his gallop. In doing so his head was turned in the direction of the village. Scipio thought I was going to ride back. "Sure mass'r not go till he rest a bit? Missa 'Genie not home, but dar am 'Rore. 'Rore get mass'r glass ob claret; Ole Zip make um sangaree. Day berry, berry hot. Wugh!"
"What bring you to Jackson?" continued the old woman. Elsy repeated the tale she had told Dr. Humphries and Alfred, and after she had concluded, the old woman clasped her hands as she exclaimed, "Sake alibe! what become ob your mistis and de childen?" "I don't know, Auntie, but my New Orleans mass'r is here now, and I's been looking for dem."
He's not a-gwine to come back till de black night drive him, ef there's any thing strange 'gwine on in de city; dat's de way wid all men aint none of dem worth frettin' 'bout." "Don't say that, Harriet." "Aint, Miss Phill; I'se bound to say it. Look at Mass'r John! gwine off all in a moment like; mighty cur'ous perceeding mighty cur'ous!" "He has gone to fight in a grand cause."
Prince he jist reared and kicked and foamed at de mouth, and did all de debil's own horse could do to fling Mass'r Richard, and Mass'r Richard, he de whitest white man any body eber seen. Ki! but de whip come down steady, Miss Phill." "O, Harriet, how wretched you do make me." "Dar isn't a bit need to worry, Miss Phill.
Where did you say they are to meet us?" "Close by de point, mass'r." A few minutes' walk brought them to the point, where the men were awaiting them. As far as Ole could judge, by the dim light of a few stars that struggled through the cloudy sky, they were eleven as stout fellows as any warrior could desire to have at his back in a hand-to-hand conflict.
"I don't 'ceive any of de Waul's servants, Miss Phill. I'se not wanting my char'ctar hung on ebery tree top in de county. No, I draws my s'picions in de properest way. Mass'r Richard git a letter dis morning. Did he tell you, Miss Phill?" "I have not seen him since breakfast." "I thought he'd kind ob hold back 'bout dat letter. I knows dat letter from Mass'r John. I'se sure ob it."
I's a reasonable bein', a woman, as much a woman as anybody," she said, holding up her head with an air as majestic as a palm-tree; "an' Cato, he's a man, born free an' equal, ef dar's any truth in what you read, dat's all." "But, Candace, you've always been contented and happy with us, have you not?" said Mr. Marvyn. "Yes, Mass'r, I ha'n't got nuffin to complain ob in dat matter.
I was not allowed time to reflect, or question Scipio farther. At that moment the door was darkened by the entrance of two men; who, without saying a word, stepped inside the apartment. "Da doctor, mass'r," whispered Scipio, falling back, and permitting the gentlemen to approach. Of the two it was not difficult to tell which was the "doctor."
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