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"Whar you gwine, Massa Ossifer?" asked Uncle Job, after they had walked a short distance from the negro village. "Over to the other side of the island," replied the lieutenant. "Wot you gwine to do ober dar, massa?" "I want to see what there is over there." "Dis nigger kin told you wot dar is over dar." "Well, what is there over there?"
"How many men are there at the fort?" "Only twenty, sar; all gone ober to New Orleans, sar." "How many guns has it? I mean big guns, Uncle Job?" "I done count only four ob dem w'en I was dar last time." "Only four!" exclaimed Mr. Pennant. "Are you telling me the truth, Uncle Job?" "I neber spoke noffin but the truf, Massa Ossifer."
"The 'cruitin' ossifer 'n' the man 't keeps the doctor shop made me shuck myself, 'n' then they 'xamined my teeth, 'n' thumped me in the ribs, 'n' rubbed down my legs, 'n' looked at my hoofs, same 's if 'I'd bin a hoss they wuz buyin', but they didn't say nothin' 'bout my finger-nails." "You jest do 's I tell ye; let 'em grow, 'n' keep 'em right sharp.
But who it this swell? he is bang up to the mark; he's a horse sojer I knows, and a ossifer," as the embroidered sabretache of Captain Carlton met his view while ascending the hall steps. "Well, I am off," said one to the other and the two lads went their way. "Show me into the library, and hand this card to Miss Effingham," said Arthur to a servant at the foot of the staircase.
You see, honey, der was an ossifer to sarve a process writ about somebody here dis mornin', but dar was something wrong about it, so dey all said, an' he is comin' to sarch de house for you, I spec', to-morrow; for de hue an' cry is out somehow or mebbe it's me he! he! he! Wat does dat mean, honey?" "Don't ask me just go on, low, very low; how did you hear all this?"
At the veranda steps stood Uncle Lusthah, hat in hand and heading a delegation from the quarters. The general said, "Wait a moment," then despatched one of his staff to the ridge with orders. "Now, my man." Uncle Lusthah bowed profoundly and began, "De young Linkum ossifer said, las' night, how you tell us mo' dis mawnin' 'bout our freedom." "You are free. Mr.
The Judge was questioning his faithful servant: "Did the officers think he had any help in escaping?" "Yessar, sum one mus' 'a' sperited dat file inter de jail, an' ob cou'se no ossifer would 'a dun it." "Who do they think was his helper?" "Zibe Turner. Two er free in de town see 'im sneakin' roun', but befo' dey could grab 'im he war gone.
Then he wrote a short letter: "Deer Annie: I once more take my pen in hand to tell you there's grate news. I'm an ossifer. We had an awful fite yisterdy. I don't know how menny rebbles I kild, but I guess thare was enuff to start a good sized graveyard. I tuk a prizner, too, and the Kurnal says to me bully fer you, Mister Klegg, or sumthin to that effeck.
He was on a po'ful big hoss, an' he jes' break right through eb'ryting, an' was off wid de rest. De Linkum sogers followed on, firin' at 'em. "De missus fainted dead away, an' my moder held her in her arms. De head Linkum ossifer now rode up to de verandy an' took off his hat, an' he say: 'Ladies, I admire your co'age, but you should not 'spose yourselves so needlessly.
"Yes, sar; I knows it like my own name, but I can't spoke it if I die for't," answered Job, laughing. "Try to do so." "No use, Massa Ossifer; dis nigger don't hab teef enough to do dat." "Can't you spell it?" "No, sar; can't spell noffin." But Job was very obliging, and he made a hissing sound, followed by an effort to sneeze which was a failure.
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