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"You don't tell me!" exclaimed Aunt Susan. "That sut'n'ly sounds on-natchel in a chile like him." "Yes," continued Mammy, "I haven't seen him shed a tear. He jus' wandahs around the yard, same as if nothin' had happened, and nevah says a word about it."
With the debris of the mysterious parcel scattered about their feet, they stood up and looked at each other. "I nevah did believe in furriners nohow," said Mr. Dunkin sadly. "But he knowed all about my brothah John." "An' he sho'ly did make mighty fine speeches. Maybe we's missed de money." This from the grocer. Together they went over the papers again, with the same result.
I sut'ny has talked to him and labohed wid him night an' day, but it was allers in vain, an' I's feahed dat de day of his reckonin' is at han'. "Ain't I nevah been intrusted in racin'? Humph, you don't s'pose I been dead all my life, does you? What you laffin' at? Oh, scuse me, scuse me, you unnerstan' what I means. You don' give a ol' man time to splain hisse'f.
You know my papa he hown a sugah-plantation, you know. 'Jules, me son, he say one time to me, 'I goin' to make one baril sugah to fedge the moze high price in New Orleans. Well, he take his bez baril sugah I nevah see a so careful man like me papa always to make a so beautiful sugah et sirop.
"'I be'n over de seven seas, says de Limey, 'an' I see dat ol' flag mistress of all of 'em. "'You be'n around some, says Jack, 'but I done a li'l sailin' mahse'f. Fust place I went was to France. "Atter dat I ships fo' England, Jack tells de Limey, lookin' 'im straight in de eye. "'Fore God, Cap'm, says Jack, 'dat Limey lan' on me wid bofe feet 'fore I say anotha word. Nevah got in one lick.
Keep a stiff upper lip. Nevah say die. Dat's my holt. Good-by." With this he again drove the spurs into Velox's side, and was off. It was time, for his pursuers were shouting, "Halt! Halt!" and then the sharp crack of rifles was heard, and balls went whizzing by Turner's head.
I do wish I'd nevah said anything. Now you'll not act natural, and you won't like each othah as I had hoped you would." A gayer picnic party never started down the pike than the one that went laughing along the road that winter morning, under barbed-wire fences, through pasture gates, across bare woodlands, and over frozen corn-fields.
"No, I ain't, an' I been livin' a mighty sight longah'n you, too. I knows all 'bout when de stahs fell, but dey ain' nevah done no singin' dat I knows 'bout." "Do heish, Mam' Henry, you sho' su'prises me. W'y, dat ain' happenin's, dat's Scripter." "Look hyeah, gal, don't you tell me dat's Scripter, an' me been a-settin' undah de Scripter fu' nigh onto sixty yeah."
Yes'em ah ain't miss an election since ah were twenty-two an vote fo Hayes. Ah ain't gonto miss none, an ah vote lak the white man read outa de Emanicaption Proclamation, ah votes fo one ob Abe Lincoln's men ev'y time ah sho do." "Run a way slaves? No'em nevah know ed of any. Mars. Ballinger neighbor, old Mars.
She sank into a chair, and rocked herself to and fro, gasping to regain her lost breath. "Bless de good God 'Imighty you am' gone out!" she panted. "I run an' I run, an' I come so fas' I got stitches in de side f'um head to heel!" Tom brought her a glass of water, which she drank between gasps. "I nevah run so befo' enduin' my livin' days," she asserted.
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