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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Look yere, Lizay," Alston said with sudden inspiration: "le's go tell Mos' Hawton all 'bout it. Ef he's a genulman he'll 'ten' ter us. They won't miss us till night, an' 'fo' that time we'll be in Memphis. Yer knows the way, don't yer?" "Yes," Lizay said; "an' I reckon that's the bes' thing we kin do go tell moster an' mistis. But, law!
Tell mother I'll be down right away," called Oliver, springing out of bed. Malachi stepped softly downstairs again, bowed low to his mistress, and with a perfectly straight face said: "He's mos' ready, mistis. Jes' a-breshin' ob his ha'r when I opened de do'. Spec' Marse Oliver overslep' hisse'f, or maybe nobody ain't call him " He could not bear to hear the boy scolded.
De pantry fairly bu'sted wid all kin' o' preserves an' sweetnin's. Lawdy! I mean to tell you dem was de good days. "I 'member I used to hate ever' Wednesday. Dat was de day I had to polish de silver. Lawsy! It took me mos' all day. When I'd think I was 'bout th'ough de mistis was sho' to fin' some o' 'dat silver dat had to be did over. "Den de war broke out.
DEY knows how to work a nigger to death, en dey knows how to whale 'em too whale 'em till dey backs is welted like a washboard. 'Long at fust my marster say de good word for me to de overseer, but dat 'uz bad for me; for de mistis she fine it out, en arter dat I jist ketched it at every turn dey warn't no mercy for me no mo'."
"Chunk," she whispered. "Dat's me, mistis." "You're a good, brave fellow. Now tell me quick don't waste a word where is Lieutenant Scoville?" "He's wid de pris'ners, en Perkins en sogers watchin' 'im." "Why is Perkins watching him?" the girl asked in deep alarm. "Dunno, Miss Lou, 'cept on 'count ob he gradge. Mad Whately en he talk knowin' like en den Perkins tek he lantern en jine de gyard.
Marse Scoville en de big Linkum gin'ral say we free, en Perkins larf 'temptuous like. We des all a-lookin' ter you, young mistis." "Oh, uncle! what can I do?" "Shame on you, Uncle Lusthah, fer pilin' up sech a heap ob 'plexity on my honey," cried Aun' Jinkey, who was as practical as she was superstitious. "I kin tell you w'at ter do. I doan projeck en smoke in my chimbly-corner fer not'n.
You kin go en lead Marse Scoville right off, en if Perkins follow I settle 'im." "Do you think there's no other way?" Miss Lou asked, with 'quick, agitated breathing. "Fo' de Lawd, I doesn't." "I don't know what they would do to me in the morning, I'd be sent away. Oh, you can't realize the risk I would take." "'Spects not, mistis. I ony know Marse Scoville tek mo' resk fer you ef he could."
"Oh la, ma'am, dat he war right smart ob one, I should jedge, though I nebber seen his face afo' in my born days." "And don't know his name?" "Not de fust letter ob it, mistis."
I been kinder lookin' arfter Miss Ann sence she wa' a gal an' I always said ter myself, 'Now when my mistis marries I'll go a courtin' but not befo'. I had kinder took up with Mandy, a moughty likely gal back there jes' after the wa' and me'n her had been a talkin' moughty sof' befo' Miss Ann lef' home that time when the ol' place burnt up.
"What do you mean by such language?" "I mean des dis, mistis. Ef you tinks Miss Lou ole anuff ter mar'y you know she ain' a chile. Ef she ain' a chile she a woman. Does you tink you kin tromple on a woman? You kin tromple on me en I am' sayin' not'n, but you kyant tromple on a wi'te woman like yosef. I tells you you gittin' on scarey groun' wid Miss Lou."
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