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"Whish!" whispered Rastus, who, with Piffney, had been trying to look supernaturally solemn during this tirade. "Shoo!" repeated Sandy, leaning forward. The moon had just cleared the mangrove-tops, and illuminated the silvery sands, casting reflections upon the water, where there was now a perfect calm. Far away was heard the lonely cry of a laughing gull.
In despair Dinah sought Haddon Brown and laid the case before him. "Dat man am suttinly gwine lose his min'," she sobbed, "ef he keep on like he doin'. Den what gwine become of me and dat in'cen' chile!" Young Brown casually and unostentatiously looked 'Rastus over, and was not satisfied with the survey.
Meanwhile we think we hear Uncle Rastus quoting the prophecy, "The morning cometh and also the night," but he can't help laughing because it is "awful funny." We may remember at the outset that in this matter of the education of the Negro we are treating a question which must be considered, to a certain extent, ethnically.
"What, aren't you going to kill some of the birds?" demanded the professor. "No, certainly not," replied Frank. "What for?" "Why they attacked us and frightened the life out of me," protested the professor. "An' dem pesky pencilguins mos' bited mah nose off," roared Rastus, rubbing that not over prominent feature. "Well, you had no business in their rookery, anyhow," rejoined Frank, unfeelingly.
We're going to see to his education, for if it hadn't been for Rastus well perhaps there'd never have been a happy Mary." "Or," said Mr. Thornton with a glad laugh, "or a Sunny Jim." A light tap was heard on the door of John's sitting-room. "John, are you still up? Can I come in?" Before John could answer, Drusilla was in the room. "John, I'm ashamed of you!
Some of his strains were very sweet, and all of them were wonderful for a bird. A friend played "Yankee Doodle" on a cornet, and Master 'Rastus for that was his name gave a very fair and funny imitation of part of the air. There were many robins caroling in the trees about the premises, and 'Rastus was often left out of doors among them, but he never acquired the red-breast minstrelsy.
Indeed, Billy did burst into loud roars of merriment as he beheld the strange figures cut by the professor and Rastus, as they strove to escape the onslaught of the whole colony of penguins, which, with sharp shrieks of rage were attacking them with their beaks and beating them with their wings.
"What's the matter with you?" "Oh, dat dar light," wailed Rastus. "Dat ain't no human light dat ain't; dat light's a way up in dar sky. It's a polar ghosess, dat's wha' dat is de ghos' ob some dead sailor." "Don't talk nonsense," sharply ordered Frank, as the others, hastily bundled in their furs, came rushing out.
"Dem names wuz gun ter 'em by ole Marse Dugal' McAdoo, wat I use' ter b'long ter, en' dey use' ter b'long ter. Marse Dugal' named all de babies w'at wuz bawn on de plantation. Dese young un's mammy wanted ter call 'em sump'n plain en' simple, like 'Rastus' er 'Cæsar' er 'George Wash'n'ton; but ole Marse say no, he want all de niggers on his place ter hab diffe'nt names, so he kin tell 'em apart.
Every spare man was called upon to help comb the hills for the wild steers that ran the wooded water-sheds, as untamed as the deer and the lynx. Even the storekeeper, Benwell, was pressed into the service. 'Rastus and the nester were the only men about the place, the deputy sheriff having been recalled to Noches on the collapse of Healy's story.
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