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"Tink I sabe you, Mass' George, and you hab berry narrow scrape; and den you say you tell de massa, and hab me flog." "Yes," I said, half aloud, "he might have seized me." "Oh, he hab you, sure 'nuff, Mass' George, and um be pickin' you bone now down in de mud iyah iyah iyah!" he roared, in a great burst of laughter as he turned round to the water, rested his hands on his knees, and shouted
"But then," he continued, "that ain't very surprisin' when you comes to think of it, for just listen to what's goin' on aboard here the old hooker ain't so very noisy, I'll allow; still, what with the rustlin' of the canvas overhead, the patter of the reef-points, the creakin' of the jaws o' the mainboom, the clank o' the wheel-chains, and the wash and gurgle of the water alongside with the roll of her, there's not much chance of pickin' up sounds comin' from a distance, is there, sir?"
But what you getherin sumac for, Miss Kate? If you white folks goes pickin it all, there won't be none lef' soon fur de cull'ed people, dat's mighty certain." "Why, I'm picking it for the colored people," said Kate, "at least for one colored person." "Why don't you let 'em pick it the'rselves?" asked the old man. "Because Aunt Matilda can't do it," said Kate.
"'Hold on, says Dave, pickin' up his Colt's offen the top of the hewgag; 'don't get cold feet. Which I've seen people turn that kyard in church, but you bet you don't jump no game of mine that a-way. You-all line up ag'in the wall thar ontil I tucks the blankets in on this yere outbreak in F flat, an' I'll be with you.
When we get these two rows hoed, an' eighteen more, the piece'll be half done. An' he'd say it in such a kind of a cheerful way that I couldn't 'a' ben any more tickled if the piece had been all done, an' the rest would go light enough. "But the worst thing we had to do hoein corn was a picnic to it was pickin' stones. There was no end to that on our old farm, if we wanted to raise anything.
After de days work dey would have banjo pickin', singin' and dancin'. Dey work all day Saturday and Saturday night those dat had wives to see would go to see dem. On Sunday de would sit around. When Massa was shot my mother and dem was cryin'. When Slaves were sick one of the mammies would look after dem and dey would call de doctor if she couldn't fix de sick.
When they came back they left the berries on the table in the kitchen and went to the front room to talk to their mother. I remember the two steps down to the room and I came to listen to them tell about berry pickin'. Then their mother told me to go sweep the kitchen. I went and took the broom and saw the berries. I helped myself to the berries.
I know they brought me here from North Carolina in slavery times. I couldn't keep no count of it, lady, 'cause I didn't know. I know I was big enough to walk behind the wagon pickin' up corn. I know that. That was in slavery times. "Mr. June Ingraham's father brought me here. "Oh, that's a long time ago. Mr. June and I was boys together. I was born in the Ingraham family.
I don't care if you bake a layer cake and freeze ice-cream. You can put your front feet in the trough and champ your swill; you can root and waller in it, for all of ME. I won't hurry you, not in the least." "It's come tails every time lately," grumbled the former speaker. Jerry giggled. "I always was right lucky, except in pickin' pardners," he declared.
"I'm just tellin' you this to show you that we've got to make it complete we've got to get collateral to back up my pickin'." "You mean some one else to identify him also?" "No, not just that; but that's not a bad thought. My clerk, Ned Hagen, must have noticed him too.
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