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Thence to the Duke of Albemarle, where I was sorry to find myself to come a little late, and so home, and at noon going to the 'Change I met my Lord Brunkard, Sir Robert Murry, Deane Wilkins, and Mr. Hooke, going by coach to Colonell Blunts to dinner. So they stopped and took me with them.
"When I got near my engine, I was surprised to see Barney Murry, the night machinist, with his torch up on the cab he was putting in the newly-ground throttle. "Just before I had decided to emerge from the shadow of the next engine, Barney commenced to yell for his helper, Dick, to come and help him on with the dome-cover. "Dick came with a sandwich in one hand and a can of coffee in the other.
When Dostoevsky writes, "If any one could prove to me that Christ is outside the truth, and if the truth really did exclude Christ, I shall prefer to stay with Christ and not with the truth," Mr. Murry interprets this as a denial of Christ. It is surely a kind of faith, though a despairing kind.
"I was taught how to work 'round de house, how to sweep an' draw water frum de well an' how to kin'le fires an' keep de wood box filled wid wood, but I was crazy to larn how to plow an' when I could I would slip off an' get a old black man to let me walk by his side an' hold de lines an' I thought I was big 'nouf to plow. "Marse Murry didn' have no overseer.
What would you have them be? replied the crone, who seemed to think that drinking was a necessary concomitant of hunting. 'Well, but I can see the footman or somebody, surely, observed Mr. Sponge, fearing that his chance was out for a billet, and recollecting old Jog's 'Bartholo-m-e-ws! and 'Murry Anns! and intimations for him to start.
She vaguely appreciated that someone named Murry was a traitor, and that the "whole bunch" were "rubes," but her mind was busy with its own problem all the while, and the one distinct impression she had from Martin was the appalling one that he did not dream that she had decided to sever their union completely and finally. "Well, how's the valley?
I brung him water an' fed an' cur'ied his hoss an' put his saddle on de hoss fer him. Old Missus tol' me to be good to him an' I was. I went way up in Tennessee an' den I was at Port Hudson. I seed men fall dawn an' die; dey was kilt like pigs. Marse Murry was shot an' I stayed wid him 'til dey could git him home. Dey lef' me behin' an' Col. Stockdale an' Mr. Sam Matthews brung me home.
I wuz gone a long time caus my Ole Boss took me way from Murry wen I wuz a small boy. I staid wid my muther til she died. I now live in one mile uv de house whar I wuz bawn. Mr. Hugh Wear sez I is 100 years old.
Certain it is that they made some remark which highly offended our lately arrived envoy, for he suddenly sprang upon his feet, and, seizing a carabine, shook it at them in defiance, and, pointing to the tents, again shook it with all the energy and fearlessness of a savage, and he afterwards told us that the natives were "murry saucy."
'BAR THOLO m e w! roared he, in a voice of thunder. Bartholomew did not answer. 'Murry Ann! exclaimed Jog, after a pause. 'Murry Ann! repeated he, still louder. 'MURRAY ANN! roared he, at the top of his voice. 'Comin', sir! comin'! exclaimed Mary Ann, peeping down upon him from the garret-window. 'Oh, Murry Ann, cried Mr. 'Yes, sir, replied Mary Ann, adjusting the cap becomingly.
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