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"She po'ly, Marse Dave, an' she ain' nebber leabe dis year house. Marse Dave," said Lindy earnestly, lowering her voice and taking a step closer to me, "I done reckon de Mistis gwine ter die ob lonesomeness. She des sit dar an' brood, an' brood an' she use' ter de bes' company, to de quality. No, sirree, Marse Dave, she ain' nebber sesso, but she tink 'bout de young Marsa night an' day.
"Even Yengeese gen'ral hide whip, when he see enemy. Soldier can't fight when back sore. When battle near, den all good friend; when battle over, den flog, flog, flog. Why talk so? Cap'in nebber strike Wyandotté." "Your memory must be short, to say this! I thought an Indian kept a better record of what passed." "No man dare strike Wyandotté!" exclaimed the Indian, with energy.
I only defend myself, and the rights which the laws assure to me, let whichever party govern, that may." "Dat bad. Nebber neutral in hot war. Get rob from bot' side. Alway be one or t'oder, cap'in." "You may be right, Nicholas, but a conscientious man may think neither wholly right, nor wholly wrong. I wish never to lift the hatchet, unless my quarrel be just." "Injin no understand dat.
He laugh, and say dat he believe my story, and dat he gib me a trial. He nebber do so, however, 'cause you capture his vessel before I get de necessary materials. And now, Massa Tracy, you know my history.
Let one of your servants help me to walk to the doctor." "Nebber, nebber, doctor!" and she spat on the floor with a sovereign contempt. "Ah, Massa Ralph, me lub you dearly dat sleep here to-night me lose my reputation nebber mind you you. What for you no run, Dorcas, a get me, from Massa Jackson's store, bottle good port? Tell him for me, Missy Bellarosa.
"Well, t' t'ink ob me seein' dis work goin' on, day after day, an' me nebber suspectin' dat yo' was goin' on sech a transmigatory flight in de direction ob an interplanetary sphere what transmits effulgent rays transversely an' pyritiferilously changes 'em inter crimson light most advantageously." "I guess you're all right now, after getting that out of your system," observed Mark.
But he answered, as sharply as he knew how: "I's goin' a-fishin'. Any ob youah business?" "Where'd you learn to fish?" the stranger asked. "Down South? Didn't know they had any there." "Nebbah was down Souf," was the surly reply. "Father run away, did he?" "He nebber was down dar, nudder." "Nor his father?" "'T aint no business o' your'n," said Dick; "but we's allers lived right heah on dis bay."
Drawing on it enough to get his "nigger head" tobacco to burn, and fixing himself on the end of his log, he commenced: "Boss, I shall nebber forgit dat time.
"I reckon yer guessed the name, all right, boy. Were you the cook of the Diamond L?" "No, sah, I nebber cooked no di'onds. I'se ol' Neb, sah." "What?" "Yes, sah, I'se de boy dat libbed wid ol' Missus Caton durin' de wah. I ain't seen yo', Massa Jack, sence de day we buried yo' daddy, ol' Massa Keith. But I knowed yo' de berry minute I woke up. Sho', yo' 'members Neb, sah?"
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