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Two more bolts were taken off the truck. Out of the corner of his eye he watched her, and she seemed very tall, like her father. She was taller than he, in fact. "I ain't a servant, Miss Carvel," he said, with a meaning glance at the negress. "Laws, Miss Jinny," cried she, "I may's 'ell find Ephum. I knows he's loafin' somewhar hereabouts. An' I ain't seed him dese five month."
You say to my old woman to give you supper and a shakedown somewhar to-night. Say I sent you. So long." He was gone before I could accept or decline. An extraordinary noise proceeded from Chu Chu, not unlike a suppressed chuckle.
"It's ther pesky little cuss as come in with ye yesterday, sir," he returned with a grin. "He's confiscated a muel somewhar an' says he's a goin' back hum 'long o' we uns." Curious to learn how Jed had emerged from his arduous adventures, I spurred my horse alongside of him.
That night, stranger, I seed another feller from Hazlan, who was a-tellin' how this here preacher had stopped the war over thar, an' had got the Marcums an' Braytons to shakin' hands; an' next day ole Tom Perkins stops in an' says that WHARAS there mought 'a' been preachin' somewhar an' sometime, thar nuver had been PREACHIN' afore on Kingdom-Come.
The people air ony fishers, an they ain't got much cultivation; but it's mor'en likely that a driftin boat might touch thar somewhar." The Antelope pursued her course, but it was as much as three hours before she reached her destination. They dropped anchor then, and landed.
"You'se not de fuss pusson from de Norf, massa, dat's been 'stounded by what de niggers say in de Souf here. I 'member wunst old Massar hab a fren cum here from somewhar, State of York, I tink 'twas, an' he taut a great sight ob him, and took him roun' de city in de big carriage, and made big dinners for him, and 'vited all his notorious 'quaintances to meet him at his house, and all dat.
"Honey, darlin', ye a'n't right, dar's a drefful mistake somewhar," she said. "Why, de Lord a'n't like what ye tink, He loves ye, honey! Why, jes' feel how I loves ye, poor ole black Candace, an' I a'n't better'n Him as made me! Who was it wore de crown o' thorns, lamb? who was it sweat great drops o' blood? who was it said, 'Father, forgive dem'? Say, honey! wasn't it de Lord dat made ye?
Thet makes me so'. I thot I'd seen 'em afore, an' this makes me sartin. They're mouty bad pills, an' they hain't heah fur no good. but whar did I see 'em? In some Rebel camp somewhar? No; now I remember. Ef I hain't powerfully fooled them's the two laddie-bucks thet Harry Glen an' me gobbled up one fine mornin' an' tuck inter Wildcat. They're bad aigs, ef ther ever war bad aigs."
"There, take, that to brighten up your ideas," said Fanny, and at the same time there was, the sound of a blow, which was followed by an outcry from Luce, who exclaimed, "Oh—oh—oh—Miss Fanny, don’t go for to whip me, ’case I haint nothin to tell; if I had I’d tell right off. I haint seed your hankercher ’tall. Mebby you’ve done drapped it somewhar."
"I hev hearn folks 'low ez a pa'tridge up hyar will look ez big ez a Dominicky rooster. An' ef ye listens ye kin hear words from somewhar. An' sometimes in the cattle-herdin' season the beastises will kem an' crowd tergether, an' stan' on the bald in the moonlight all night."
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