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Updated: June 18, 2025
"How do you cal'late Cap'n Sam'll like the notion of his pet daughter takin' up with another man?" he queried. Jed was still mute. His caller lost patience. "Say, what ails you?" he demanded. "Can't you say nothin'?" Mr. Winslow put down the board and took up another. "Ye-es," he drawled. "Then why don't you, for thunder sakes?" "Eh? . . . Um. . . Oh, I did." "Did what?" "Say nothin'."
An' Sam was off gallivantin' 'round at dances, an' worse things, an' not trainin' none whatever. An' Gallager says t' himself, 'Here's where I cure that Injun of th' twig habit. You see, Sam was that soft from loafin', he couldn't have beat a mud turtle up a hill, so Gallager figgers Sam'll likely lose th' race, anyway, an' it'll be worth it t' get clear o' that infernal twig.
'How can Scip find him? 'Dunno, sar. Scipio know most ebery ting, reckon he'll track him. He know him well, and Sam'll cum back ef he say he orter. 'Where do you think Sam is? 'P'raps in the swamp. 'Where is the swamp? ''Bout ten mile from har. 'Oh, yes! the shingles are cut there. I should think a runaway would be discovered where so many men are at work.
She knows how't orange posies and silks and satins is proper for weddin' nights; but she's gwine travelin', and dat's why she comed out in dat stun-color, Sam'll be blamed if he fancies." And having thus explained Alice's choice of dress, the old negro held the carriage door himself, while Hugh, handing in his mother, sister and his bride, took his seat beside them, and was driven to the church.
"I'm a-goin' to see that baby, that's all there is to it. I tell yer, I'm a-goin'." "No use, father; you'll only make things worse," sighed Sam's mother, plaintively; but in her heart laughter gurgled like a spring. To the gift of diplomacy Mrs. Norris was fast adding the art of being an actress. "If you go there Sam'll set the dog on you.
'O yas; nary one but darkies war round, and dey wouldn't hole him. Ef dey'd cotched him den, dey'd hung him, shore. 'Why hung him? ''Cause he'd struck a wite man; it 'm shore death to do dat. 'Do you think Scip will bring him back? 'Yas; 'cause he 'm gwine to tell massa de hull story. De Cunnel will b'lieve Scipio ef he am brack. Sam'll know dat, and he'll come back.
"If all goes well I shall be back here to-morrow. Wish me luck." "I'll be wishin' it for you, Charlie, all day and all night with double time after hours and no allowance for meals," replied Jed earnestly. "You think Sam'll get your note all right?" "Yes, I shall tuck it under the bank door as I go by.
Farmin' an' learnin' marry an' set up house-keepin'. Guess Uncle Sam'll have to give 'em a hist with a donation-party now 'n' then. Agriculteral College? Yes, Sir! Well, Sir, if you'll show me a man, Sir, that's a gradooate from that College, that'll ever be seen with a hoe in his hand, I'll give him leave to knock my brains out with it! Yes, Sir! An' it'll be the best use he can put it to, Sir!
He's tried often enough before, but we've been too smart for him. This time he allows he's going to bring it off. 'Then why haven't we seen anything of him? Buck MacGinnis seems to be monopolizing the kidnapping industry in these parts. 'Oh, Sam'll show up when he feels good and ready. You can take it from me that Sam knows what he is doing. Sam's a special pet of mine.
"'Looks like it, ses Peter, dressing hisself very slowly. "'There's nobody'll mourn for me, that's one comfort, ses Ginger. "'Or me, ses Peter. "'P'r'aps Sam'll miss us a bit, ses Ginger, grinding 'is teeth as old Sam went on washing as if he was deaf. 'He'ss the only real pal we ever 'ad.
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