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Updated: June 10, 2025
Murtagh was very much inclined to deny that he could do it. "The nigger's makin' game of us, captin," he said. "It would be as much as a squirrel could do to speel up that tall trunk. Why, it's as smooth as the side of a copper-bottomed ship, an' nothin' to lay howlt on. He's jokin'." "No jokee, Mista Multa. Saloo that tlee climb soon. You help you see." "Oh, be aisy now!
I've brought you that collar for five years now, and it still seems new." The minister's face fell a little. Yen Sin continued grave and alert. "And Mista Matee Snow, yes? His colla allee same like new, yes?" "Yes, I must say!" The other shook himself. "But it's not that, brother. We're all of us wicked, Yen Sin, and unless we " "Mista Minista wickee?"
"Lat's Mista You," he said, nodding his head and summoning another hundred of wrinkles to his damp, polished face. "That ain't my name. You don't know my name," I accused him. "Mista Yen Sin gottee name, allee light." The thing fascinated me, like a serpent. "Whose name is that, then?" I demanded, pointing to a collar on the counter between us.
It is hard for a good man to summon up sins enough to make a decent confession; nearly always they fall back in the end upon the same worn and respectable category. "I confess to the sin of pride," he pronounced slowly. "And to good deeds and kind acts undone; to moments of harshness and impatience " "Mista Matee Snow confessee?"
But behold another aggravation of the evil which befell me in the tail of the rest: both without doors and within I was assailed with a most violent plague, violent in comparison of all others; for as sound bodies are subject to more grievous maladies, forasmuch as they, are not to be forced but by such, so my very healthful air, where no contagion, however near, in the memory of man, ever took footing, coming to be corrupted, produced strange effects: "Mista senum et juvenum densentur funera; nullum Saeva caput Proserpina fugit;"
"Finally," said she, "it has been decreed that you shall not only have the blessing of death, but that you shall have the rare honor of belonging to the chosen few who are reserved for the Mista Kosek. Thus far this had not been granted.
I should like to be viewed with contempt, and considered unworthy of death and the Mista Kosek, and other such honors."
Any time Mista Minista wantee confessee, Mista God makee allee light. Mista Yen Sin allee same like Mista God. Wait. Wait. Wait. Laugh. Cly inside!" Mate Snow was leaning forward on the bench in a queer, lazy attitude, his face buried in his hands and his elbows propped on his knees.
I went, walking stiff-legged, awe mingling with self-importance. "Mista Boy, please," he whispered in my ear. "The collas on the shelf theah. Led paypah " Wondering, I took them down and piled them on the couch beside him, one after another, little bundles done up carefully in flaring tissue with black characters inked on them.
I thought he had forgotten me, he was so engrossed in his handiwork. "Lat colla?" he mused by-and-by. "Lat's Mista Minista, boy." "Mister Minister Malden?" And there both of us stared a little, for there was a voice at the door. "Yes? Yes? What is it?" Minister Malden stood with his head and shoulders bent, wary of the low door-frame, and his eyes blinking in the new light.
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