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Jim fed him, and he got up. She wouldn't eat nothin', and made Jim put him on his hoss. She walked. I can't mek out why them aristocrats wants to come to Kaintuckee. They're a sight too tender." "Pore things!" said Polly Ann, compassionately. "So ye fetched 'em home." "They hadn't a place ter go," said he, "and I reckoned 'twould give 'em time ter ketch breath, an' turn around.
"Mebbe if Doct' Duvall wuz to come hisse'f an' mek manifest to you de high pupposes " began Sister Eldora. But Aunt Dilsey cut her off short. "Wouldn't mek no diffe'nce ef he come eighty times a day an' twice ez offen on Sunday. Anyway, I reckins my day fur jinin' things is done over." There was a dead weight of finality in her words. She rose heavily.
Tek an' bull' up big fiah een ole Zen' shainty; say, 'He'p yo'se'f an' welcome. Reckon you hongry, too, ain' you, Xenophon? Tek an' feed me. Tek an' tek keer o' me ev' since. Ah pump de baith full in de mawin'; mek 'is bed; pull de weeds out'n of de front walk dass all. He tek me in.
"Wait!" he snapped, rising. "You wait! You in too mooch hurry! You coom back I have soomt'ing!" Felipe turned back, wondering. The other nervously produced material for a cigarette. Then he cleared his throat with needless protraction. "Felipe," he began, evidently laboring under excitement, "I mek eet a bet now!
De captain ghost he swell' up, an' he swell' up, twell he as big as a house, an' he say' in a voice whut shake' de ground: "Dey ain't no ghosts." So li'l' black Mose he bound to remimber dat, an' he rise' up an' mek' a bow, an' he proceed' toward home right libely. He do, indeed.
Gilfil, watching him still more shyly now they were without their mother's countenance. He drew little Bessie towards him, and set her on his knee. She shook her yellow curls out of her eyes, and looked up at him as she said, 'Zoo tome to tee ze yady? Zoo mek her peak? What zoo do to her? Tiss her? 'Do you like to be kissed, Bessie?
"Hi, oh, Brothah Jim, at it agin?" Jim did not reply. "Well, des' heish up an' go 'long. We got to mek some 'lowances fu' you young convu'ts. Wen you gwine cook dat 'possum, Brothah Jim?" "I do' know, Brothah Pahkah. He so po', I 'low I haveter keep him and fatten him fu' awhile." "Uh, huh! well, so long, Jim." "So long, Brothah Pahkah." Jim chuckled as he went away. "I 'low I fool dat ol' fox.
"Afraid?" he echoed, disdainfully. "Sure! But not for myself! You don' have mooch money to lose! But I mek eet a bet a good bet! I bet you two dolars thot eet thot eet don' be!" It was now the other who hesitated. But he did not hesitate for long.
"He tuk me wid 'im dat evenin', an' he tell me he hed done git a letter from Miss Anne, an' Marse Chan he eyes look like gre't big stars, an' he face wuz jes' like 'twuz dat mawnin' when de sun riz up over de low groun', an' I see 'im stan'in' dyah wid de pistil in he han', lookin' at it, an' not knowin' but what it mout be de lars' time, an' he done mek up he mine not to shoot ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin fur Miss Anne's sake, what writ 'im de letter.
"Saint Jacques, Michie," cried Xavier, "you mek him better zan I thought." Fascinated by a new accomplishment, Nick held to the tiller, while Xavier with a trained eye scanned the troubled, yellow-glistening surface of the river ahead. The wind died, the sun beat down with a moist and venomous sting, and northeastward above the edge of the bluff a bank of cloud like sulphur smoke was lifted.
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