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"Das true, Massa Nadgel," observed Moses, who entertained profound admiration for anything that sounded like proverbial philosophy. "De purfesser am an affectionit creeter. 'Pears to me dat he lubs de whole creation. He kills an' tenderly stuffs 'most eberyt'ing he kin lay hands on.
"It looks much more dangerous from here than it is in reality," said Nigel to her in a reassuring tone. "Das true, Massa Nadgel, das bery true," interposed Moses, endeavouring to comfort himself as well as the others by the intense earnestness of his manner.
The form of the tree was such, that among its forks Nigel could form a sort of nest in which he could sit, in full view of the poor youth's grave, without the risk of falling to the ground even if he should chance to drop asleep. "Good-night, massa Nadgel," said Moses as he turned to leave his companion to his solitary vigil. "See you not go to sleep." "No fear of that!" said Nigel.
The form of the tree was such, that among its forks Nigel could form a sort of nest in which he could sit, in full view of the poor youth's grave, without the risk of falling to the ground even if he should chance to drop asleep. "Good-night, massa Nadgel," said Moses as he turned to leave his companion to his solitary vigil. "See you not go to sleep." "No fear of that!" said Nigel.
"Look! look! Massa Nadgel, he's twitchin' all ober. De tiger's comin' to him now." "Looks like it, Moses." "Yes an', see, he grip de 'volver no, too soon, or de tiger's goed away, for he's stopped twichin' dare; de tiger comes agin!" A gasp and clenching of the right hand seemed to warrant this assumption.
"What a bootiful bufferfly you is, to be sure! up on sitch a place too, wid nuffin' to eat 'cept Krakatoa dust. I wonder what your moder would say if she know'd you was here. You should be ashamed ob yourself!" "Hallo! Moses, what are you talking to over there?" "Nuffin', Massa Nadgel. I was on'y habin' a brief conv'sation wid a member ob de insect wurld in commemoration ob de purfesser.
"Well, Massa Nadgel, you does look like it, but I'm sorry I ain't a doctor. P'r'aps de purfesser would help you better nor " "You misunderstand me. Can you keep a secret, Moses?" "I kin try if if he's not too diffikilt to keep." "Well, then; listen." The negro opened his eyes and his mouth as if these were the chief orifices for the entrance of sound, and advanced an ear.
"Is that what he is doing?" asked Nigel of the negro. "Oh no, Massa Nadgel," said Moses. "Spinkie nebber ketch cold an' hab no need ob a pocket-hangkitcher. He only tickles his nose wid 'is tail. But he's bery fond ob doin' dat."
"Don't let me go, Moses!" he yelled, as he made a frantic but futile effort to regain his hold, for he felt that the negro had loosened one of his arms though the other was still round him like a hoop of iron. "No fear, Nadgel," said Moses, "I's got you tight only don' wriggle. Now, massa, up you come."
"Is that what he is doing?" asked Nigel of the negro. "Oh no, Massa Nadgel," said Moses. "Spinkie nebber ketch cold an' hab no need ob a pocket-hang-kitcher. He only tickles his nose wid 'is tail. But he's bery fond ob doin' dat."
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