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"And I said, 'First to be engineer," resumed the passenger, bitterly, "an' they wouldn't let me, an' I said, 'Secon' to be engineer, an' they never let me, an' I said, 'Las' to be engineer, an' they never let me." "She wants to be everything" said my namesake, rendered a little sullen by this concise putting of her case.
Why, he goes like clockwork. I just winds him up once with a bit o' corn and a drink o' water, starts him, and there's his old legs go tick-tack, tick-tack, and his head swinging like a pendulow. Use 'is secon' natur', and all I've got to do is to tie up the reins to the fore ladder and go to sleep if I like, for he knows his way as well as a Christian.
Yes, seh, sh' ain't doin' nothin' but livin' on huh secon' cousin an' he ain' got nothin' an' Ah lay Ah ain't go'n' a' have that kind a' doin's. No, seh a-livin' on Cunnel Looshe Peavey. Ah'm go'n' a' git huh yeh whah she kin be independent " Again he stopped to see visions. "An' then, afteh a tehible shawt while, Ah git Little Miss fum the educationals an' they both be independent.
Ronny he wuz de secon' lieutenant got to talkin' 'bout ladies, an' he say all sorts o' things 'bout 'em, an' I see Marse Chan kinder lookin' mad; an' de lieutenant mention Miss Anne's name.
No won'er you'se bofe off de handle. Dere's been only two times wen I couldn't stan' Unc. nohow. De fust an' wust was wen he get polytics on de brain, an' belebed dat ole guv'ner Moses was gwine ter lead de culud people to a promis' lan'. I alus tole him dat his Moses 'ud lead him into a ditch, an' so he did. De secon' time was wen he got sot on, but you knows all 'bout dat.
But lak I tol' you, he didn' have 'nough money to buy 'em both, so his Uncle John say he'd buy mammy an' den he would loan her over to Marse George fer pappy. An' de fust chile would be Mr. John's, an' de secon' Marse George's, an' likewise. Mammy was a Missourian name Marylin Napier Davenpo't. An' pappy was name Martin Newsome. "Darkies libed in li'l old log houses wid dirt chimbleys.
Pinter straightened himself, blinking like an owl, and looked carelessly over the graveyard. 'Tryin' for a secon' bottom, he reflected absently. 'Eh, Dave? Dave only stood and looked black. Pinter tilted back his head and scratched the roots of his chin-feathers, which stuck out all round like a dirty, ragged fan held horizontally. 'Kullers is safe, reflected Pinter. 'All right? snapped Dave.
A newsboy had thrust himself almost between them, yelling, "Extry! Secon' Extry. Extry, all about the horrable acciDENT. Extry!" "Get out!" laughed Sheridan. "Who wants to read about accidents? Get out!" The boy moved away philosophically. "Extry! Extry!" he shrilled. "Three men killed! Extry! Millionaire killed! Two other men killed! Extry! Extry!" "Don't forget, Mr.
My secon' massar, William Winfield, Jun., da have six chillen, an' I dress 'em all firs', and most all at las' for de grave. O my God, I can neber, neber tell de trouble I's had. O how hard I prayed for freedom, an' de Lord come at las'. I's praise his name. De one dat I nurst when a babie ordered me whipped 'case I cried so much when da sole my chillen down de riber.
You see, I knows all de law words ter do it wid! I des open fire on 'im, an' prove 'im a crim'nal, a law-breaker, a vagabone, a murderer in ev'y degree dey is fus', secon', an' third a reperbate, an' a blot on de face o' de yearth, tell dey ain't a chance lef' fur 'im but ter fall on 'is knees an' plead guilty! "An' when I got 'im down, I got 'im whar I want 'im, an' de work's half did.
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