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Madame's touch seemed to steady her. "Miss Sally," she moaned, "Miss Sally done got de yaller fever." There was a moment's silence, for we were both too appalled by the news to speak. "Lindy, are you sure?" said the Vicomtesse. "Yass'm, yass'm," Lindy sobbed, "I reckon I'se done seed 'nuf of it, Mistis." And she went into a hysterical fit of weeping.
An' now de carstle done blowed down an' in a twinklin' of de eye, most fo' dis ole nigger could tun 'round, here is a sho nuf house whar de carstle stood an' my lil baby chile is mistress here wif a dough tray an' bis'it board er her own, an' now," and here Aunt Mary paused to give one of her inimitable chuckles, "she don' have ter stretch up none ter reach de table but has to ben' over right smart in de tother d'rection."
"He guv me a quarter and axed if I know'd my alphabet 'nuf to find letter 'B, an' tote dese yere to the prettiest young lady I'd ever seed. Most wite ladies, dey looks all jes' alike, to me, but you's different, missy; an' I reckon de tings must be fur you." I had a horrible vision of this compliment proceeding from The Flashlight or The Evening Bat. "What was the gentleman like?" I asked.
Some of the other old Masters, who had lots of slaves on fa'ms close by, was so mean to the slaves they owned. They wo'ked the women and men both in the fields and the children too, and when the ole Master thought they was'n't do'n' 'nuf wo'k, he would take his men and strip off their shirts, and lash them with cow-hide whips until you could see the blood run down them poor niggers backs.
"It is, I suspect, a large shell-fish; a mollusc, learned people call it; and if so, the creature will afford all hands an ample meal," observed the mate. Walter and Alice ran down to meet Nub. "Yes, Missie Alice, bery good fish inside here," he answered. "Nuf for good supper for eberybody; only we cook it first."
P'r'aps de seben debbils meant chillun." These remarks were received with no favor by the assemblage. "Oh, you git out!" cried Susan. "Your ole woman's got seben chillun, shore 'nuf, an' I s'pec' dey's all debbils. But dem sent'ments don't apply ter all de udder women h'yar, 'tic'larly ter dem dar young uns wot ain't married yit."
"Go it, Pa," Abe shouted from the fence. "Don't let that old skinflint get you down." After a few minutes. Carter lay on his back gasping for breath. "Nuf!" he cried, and Tom let him scramble to his feet. Carter began brushing himself off. "It ain't fitting to fight a neighbor," he whined, "just because of a mistake." "Mistake nothing!" Tom snorted. "Somebody lied, and it wasn't Abe."
"Seem like dem creturs is clean gone, sho' nuf," he exclaimed, with an air of unwilling conviction; then adding, "well, ef dey's gone, I 'se got 'em to fine, dat's de trufe." He called in the dog, and, taking his dinner bucket, climbed the fence and struck off into the woods.
Cleveland, "put me in mind in the morning, to send a load of wood to old Mrs. Peters." I rispec dey drudder hab de meat sted o' de wood, 'cause dey can pick up wood nuf all about." "You mind your own business, sir," said Mr. Cleveland, "I'll send just what I please. How long is it since I came to you for advice?
"Den all de week will be as gay As am de Chris'mas time; We'll dance all night and all de day, And make de banjo chime And make de banjo chime, I tink, And pass de time away, Wid 'nuf to eat and nuf to drink, And not a bit to pay! So shut your mouf as close as deafh, And all you niggas hole your breafh, And make de banjo chime."
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