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He know me. I used to carry him on my back ebery mornin' to his place here dat time when he couldn't walk. Bress you! dar's lots o' peepil knows me here. Come, I'll 'troduce you to some more friends, an' we'll hab a cup o' coffee."
"Da's more'n I dar tell till I ax his leave, sar. Dey tink some ob de foolish peepil dat he hab sold his-self to de dibil, but I knows better. He's a good man, and you'd hab great fun if you stop wid him. Now, what I's a-gwine to advise you is, come wid me an' see de hermit. If he lets you stop, good.
He was allers bery fond o' takin' peepil by surprise. Nebber say die, Massa Benjy, s'long's der's a shot in de locker." At any other time Benjy would have laughed at the poor cook's efforts to console him, but he only turned away with a sigh. Two days after that the Eskimos of Poloe were assembled on the beach making preparations to go off on a seal hunt.
To this Pedro replied contemptuously, "Oh, indeed!" and, turning abruptly away, rode on. "You doubt that man?" said Lawrence, following him. "I do." "He looked honest." "Men are not always to be judged by their looks." "Das a fact!" interposed Quashy; "what would peepil judge ob me, now, if dey hoed by looks?"
As noon approached Quashy gave a shout, and pointed to the horizon ahead of them, where living objects of some kind were seen moving along. "Ostriches," said Lawrence. "Dey's a noo kind ob ostriches wid four legs," returned the negro, "an' wid peepil on deir backs." "I believe you are right. A party of mounted men, apparently. Come, this is well.
"He hoed away wheneber he saw de peepil comin' up de hill," said Moses, who had watched the meeting of father and son with huge delight. "But you kin interdooce me instead," he added, with a crater-like smile. "True, true," exclaimed Nigel, laughing. "This is Moses, father, my host's servant, and my very good friend, and a remarkably free-and-easy friend, as you see.
"I can't abide peepil," growled the negro, "what says `aw!" "What do you mean?" "I mean that Aw's agwine wid us." "What the sportsman eh?" "Yes, massa.
You see I's not dere at de time, so can't 'zactly say. Moreober, it was bery dark, an' eben if I's dar, I couldn't see peepil in de dark." "You lie! you black scoundrel! and you know that you do. You could tell me much more about this if you chose." "No, indeed, I don't lie if a slabe may dar to counterdick his massa," returned Peter humbly.
"An' dey'll gib you a little work to do not much on'y a little. When peepil speak to you, just point to your ears and mout', an' shake your head. Das enuff. Dey won't boder you arter dat. Now, dearie, I must go. I'll come an' see you sometimes neber fear. What's to become ob you in de long-run's more'n I kin tell, for it's Peter de Great as'll hab to settle dat kestion. You's in his hands.
"Da's more'n I dar tell till I ax his leave, sar. Dey tink some ob de foolish peepil dat he hab sold his-self to de dibil, but I knows better. He's a good man, and you'd hab great fun if you stop wid him. Now, what I's a-gwine to advise you is, come wid me an' see de hermit. If he lets you stop, good.
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