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Updated: May 27, 2025
"I know that," I said, rather surlily, for my notch was not meant for the purpose he thought, and I knew the difference between a cypress and a sugar maple. "Den what for cut um tree?" "To see whether the water is rising or going down." "Not do nuffum," said the boy, eagerly. "'Top so."
"Pomp done know. Tink um all gone. No shoot arrow now." "Wrong, boy," said Morgan. "They are hatching some fresh scheme, and they'll be down upon us directly." There was a pause. "And then it will be all over," muttered Morgan, as he turned towards Pomp, looked at him firmly, and then held out his hand. "Come here, boy," he said. "Wha' for? Pomp no do nuffum. Can't do nuffum here."
Injum cotch Pomp, and 'tuff mouf full. Couldn't holler. Tie um all up tightum. No move, no breve, no do nuffum." "Yes; don't talk now. We found you. No; lie still. What do you want?" "Go kill all de Injum." "Sit still," I said, with another little shiver, as I recalled the scene of the struggle. "No; Pomp won't sit 'till."
Dey be'n some shootin' goin' on out dat way." She sprang forward and caught at his arm without speaking. "Joe Louden all right," he said, reassuringly. "Ain' nuffum happen to him! As upon a world canopied with storm, hung with mourning purple and habited in black, did Mr.
"All 'long side dat tree?" "Oh, yes," I cried; "what is it a big fish?" "No; dat nice lil 'gator, sah." "What? Why, we couldn't eat alligator." "Oh, yes; eat um, got nuffum else," cried Pomp, to my great disgust. "But even if you would eat the nasty wretch, you can't catch it." "No," said Pomp. "Tell um fader can't catch.
Injum hit um wif um lil chopper, same time some one shoot and kill Injum; den Pomp knock down, and all jump on um, and dey pick um up, and take um 'way, and bring um here." "Then were you hurt too?" "Yes, hurt dreffle, and dockor laugh, and say nuffum matter wif um, and send um 'way 'gain. Den Pomp go an' fine um fader, and come an' fine Mass' George, and bring um here.
On the last occasion he said "Walletum dreffle heabby, Mass' George. Don't think better carry um inside?" "What do you mean?" "Mass' George eat half, and Pomp eat half. Den we hab nuffum to carry." I naturally enough burst out laughing. "Why, we've only just had a good breakfast, and couldn't eat any more." "Oh yes, Pomp could, big lots."
"Pomp take car' of him, massa." "Yes, but you are wounded too," said my father. "Oh, dat nuffum," said the boy contemptuously. My attention was riveted now on Sarah, whom I could see as the boats were alongside lying crouched back in the bottom, looking deathly white as Morgan knelt by her, holding a handkerchief pressed to her shoulder. "Now let me come," said my father.
"Shoot, shoot, shoot, lot time, an' no shoot nuffum to eat. Pomp dreffle hungly." "There's plenty of bread," I said, smiling at the boy's utter unconcern about our position of peril. "Yah, 'tuff! Nas' 'tuff. Pomp too dreffle hungly eat any more bread. Why no go now and kill all Injum? Pomp fine de way."
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