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Nuffin dis man tried would kill Dan, so fin'lly de cunjuh man 'lowed Dan mus' hab a life-cha'm. "Now, dis yer jay-bird de cunjuh man had wuz a monst'us sma't creeter, fac', de niggers 'lowed he wuz de ole Debbil hisse'f, des settin' roun' waitin' ter kyar dis ole man erway w'en he 'd retch' de een' er his rope. De cunjuh man sont dis jay-bird fer ter watch Dan en fin' out whar he kep' his cha'm.
For the first time he noticed that Sherwood was not of the party. "When did Sherwood leave?" he cried. "Oh, a right sma't time ago," said Bennett. Keith started to his feet. "I should like to join you," said he, "but it is impossible now." A chorus of expostulation went up at this. "But I haven't settled down yet!" persisted Keith. "I don't know even whether my baggage is at the hotel."
Some day we'll th'ow all his nassy medicine 'way, an' he come in an' say: 'Whaih's all my medicine? Den we answeh up sma't like: 'We done th'owed it out. We don' need no nassy medicine. Den he look 'roun' an' say: 'Who dat I see runnin' roun' de flo' hyeah, a-lookin' so fat? an' you up an' say: 'Hit's me, dat's who 'tis, mistah doctor man! Den he go out an' slam de do' behin' him.
Ah sho was thankful when dat grease an flannel got to wukin on me! "You try it sometime when you gets one o' dem col' miseries in de winter time. But go 'long! Folks is too sma't nowadays to use dem good ol' medicines. Dey jes' calls de Doctor an he come an cut 'em wide open fo de 'pendycitus he sho do! Yas'em ah has de doctor, ef ah needs him.
"Sacré! you leetle man, you Du Mont, you 'fraid!" The other shrugged. "I'm 'fraid, Oui, I'm lak' I ke'p out de jail. Tostoff, she say, you com' on de cabin of Brown de Chrees'mas Day. Bien! Tostoff, she sma't mans. Lapierre, too. Tostoff, she 'fraid for de wintaire trail, but she 'fraid for Lapierre mor'."
This time it was Xavier's eyes that flashed a hint of fear. "Non!" he answered quickly. "Lapierre, she " The other silenced him, speaking rapidly. "Lapierre, she t'ink she mak' us w'at you call, de double cross!" Xavier noted that the malignant eyes flashed dangerously "Lapierre, she sma't but me I'm sma't too. Dere's plent' men 'long de revair lak' to see de las' of Pierre Lapierre.
"Now, dis yer Hannibal was a monst'us sma't nigger, en w'en he got rid er dem so' feet, his min' kep' runnin' on 'is udder troubles.
Val leaned back against the hole of one of the willows. Then she had done it! And what could he do? If he had any idea of her path, he could follow her while Sam aroused Rupert and the house. "If I only knew where " he mused aloud. "She a-goin' to see dat swamper Jeems," Sam continued. "Heh, heh," a sudden cackle of laughter rippled across his lips. "Dat ole swamper think he so sma't.
I's been gittin' on right sma't dese las' two yeahs, an' my ol' ooman she daid an' gone, an' I kin' o' lonesome, so I jes' p'omised mysef dis Crismus de gif' of a sight o' Zach. Hit do look foolish fu' a man ez ol' ez me to be a runnin' 'roun' de worl' a spen'in' money dis away, but hit do seem so ha'd to git Zach home." "How long are you going to be with us?"
Leaning heavily on his axe-handle, he thrust out his under lip, and rolled his eyes in the direction of the uproar. A broad grin spread over his wrinkled black face as he heard the rapid spank of a shingle, the scolding tones of an angry voice, and a prolonged howl. "John Jay an' he gran'mammy 'peah to be havin' a right sma't difference of opinion togethah this mawnin'," he chuckled.
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