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Updated: June 8, 2025
"O, I'se been tossin' roun' 'bout; but it's all com'd right at las'. I'se lib'd to see my boy 'fore I died." "My wife an' boys is in glory," said Uncle Daniel. "But I 'spects to see 'em 'fore long. 'Cause I'se tryin' to dig deep, build sure, an' make my way from earth ter glory." "Dat's de right kine ob talk, Dan'el. We ole folks ain't got long ter stay yere."
With still a lingering light and fire in her eye, she said: "I rise, bredren an' sisters, to say I'm on my solemn march to glory." "Amen!" "Glory!" came from a number of voices. "I'se had my trials an' temptations, my ups an' downs; but I feels I'll soon be in one ob de many mansions. If it hadn't been for dat hope I 'spects I would have broken down long ago.
Strolling across to the post, he tied his blue bird's-eye handkerchief over the west- countryman's yellow, and then walked to his opponent with his hand out. "I hope I see you well, Wilson," said he. "Pretty tidy, I thank you," answered the other. "We'll speak to each other in a different vashion, I 'spects, afore we part."
They were still thus agreeably engaged when the distant sound of rumbling wheels and clattering hoofs became audible, rapidly drawing nearer, and accompanied by the persuasive shouts and ejaculations of a negro driver. "Dat am de boy Moses wid de cart, I 'spects," remarked the negro whose name I had not yet learned. "What a drefful row de young rascal makes!
I asked, as the boatman, an old chum of mine, proceeded to step the boat's mast. "You surely don't need the sail for a run half-way across the harbour?" "No," he answered; "no, I don't. But we're bound out to Spithead. The Daphne went out this mornin' at daylight to take in her powder, and I 'spects she's got half of it stowed away by this time.
'Ca'se likewise an' furthermo' I also is been off my feed ain't that a sign to you?" "Sign of a tapeworm, I 'spects." "Don't say that, please, Ma'am," he humbly pleaded. "You speakin' in sich a way meks me 'most discouraged to confide in you whut I aims to confide in you. I'm tellin' it to you the fust one, too. 'Tain't nary 'nother soul heared it.
I spects I 's the wickedest critter in the world;" and Topsy would cut a summerset, and come up brisk and shining on to a higher perch, and evidently plume herself on the distinction. Miss Ophelia busied herself very earnestly on Sundays, teaching Topsy the catechism. Topsy had an uncommon verbal memory, and committed with a fluency that greatly encouraged her instructress.
"It's considerable over a hundred acres, though I don't 'xactly know how much. Not what you'd call big, and not what you'd call little." "But you grow beautiful crops on it, I don't doubt," remarked La Fleur. "Can't say about that," said Mike, shaking his head a little. "I 'spects we'll git good 'nough craps for what we do for 'em. This ain't the kind of farm your lords and ladies has got.
"Well, a good big heap." "What, a thousand?" "Yes, I reckon so." "Ten thousand?" "I 'spects so." "Twenty thousand." "Mouty likely." "You don't seem to have a clear idea of numbers. How many regiments have you got over there?"
Everyone had stopped eating while this talk went on. "Who could have taken our ice cream?" "Dat's what I don't know, honey," answered the colored cook. "Dat's why I comed in heah to tell yo' mamma. I 'spects, Mrs. Bobbsey, dat we'd better phonograph fo' de police." "Phonograph I guess you mean telephone; don't you, Dinah?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, with a smile. "Yes'm, dat's what I done mean.
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