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Marcy put his uninjured arm around her, and his mother leaned so heavily upon it that the boy thought she was going to faint. "Now see what you have done, you black rascal, by wagging your tongue so freely," said Marcy angrily. "I've the best notion in the world to have you sent to the field." "But, moster," protested the frightened coachman, "de Yankees did shoot " "Hold your tongue!
Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson Persons interviewed: Maggie Snow and Charlie Snow R.F.D., Brinkley, Arkansas Ages: 69 and 75 "My parents' names was Mary and Henderson Kurkendall. They had seven children. Mama died when I was three years old. Papa was a Yankee soldier. "They belong to the same white folks, Moster Jake and Peggy Kurkendall. They had a big farm.
Dey go round to all de plantations an' tooken away de black ones en' make 'em wuk on de forts. I wuk on dem myself." "Consequently there may be some cavalry out there now," said the captain. "But I warn you, boy, that if you lead my men among them " "Who? Me?" exclaimed the negro, in accents of alarm. "'Fore de Lawd, moster, you don't think Jonas would do dat?
He gave her one kiss, gently disengaged himself from her clinging arms and bolted for the door. "De good Lawd bless young moster an' bring him safe back," cried the tearful blacks, when he appeared at the top of the steps. "Dem babolitionists aint got no call to come down here an' take him away from us. We-uns never done nuffin' to dem." "That's just what I say," answered Rodney.
"Well, sar, moster," replied the boy, "when I fotch in dem guns an' luf 'em on de table I slip out de do' kase I aint wantin' to see no horns an' hoofs like Marse Jack say de Yankees done got, an' I see Mose talkin' wid dem soldiers in de road. Den he slip thoo 'em into de bresh on de odder side de road an' never come out no mo'; an' den I come hyar to tol' you."
"My papa told me that one morning they woke up and looked out over the field. The Yankees had pitched their camps far as you could see on Moster Jake's farm. They come up to his house. Moster Jake had a big house and a big family. The Yankees come up there and throwed out all they had and told the slaves to take it. No, they didn't; they was scared to take it and it belong to them.
You see, I believe in you, my man." "Thanky, moster. I'll wuck fer yer haud's I kin. Please God, I'll sarve yer faithful." "Of cou'se, Lizay, you'll go back to pickin' cotton, an' don't let me hear any mo' of you' nonsense helpin' a strappin' fellow twice you' size. An' tell Buck I won't have him whippin' any my negroes ev'ry night in the week. Confound it! a mule couldn't stan' it.
This is no boy's play," he added, returning the salute of his executive officer, who just then came up the ladder. "If I understand the flag-officer's plans, we are to lead one division of the fleet in the attack; and if we go on until we are aground, and the division follows in our wake, there will be the mischief to pay, for the other vessels draw more water than we do." "Sakes alive, moster!
Moster Stevens sold the hotel just at the beginning of the war. He moved to the country. Mama cooked at the hotel and in the country both. The hotel was a brick house on the railroad where they fed a lot of people every day. Moster Milton used to take me bout where he went, rode me on his foot when I was a baby.
Horton at home, having just finished his lunch. They were admitted at once to the dining-room, where the doctor sat picking his teeth. He had never seen Alston, as the new negroes had been bought by an agent. "Sarvant, moster!" Alston said humbly, but with dignity. "Howdy, moster?" was Little Lizay's more familiar salutation. "I's Als'on, one yer new boys from Ol' Virginny."
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