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"Yas, in course, if I swar to a lie, they'll send me to the penitentiary, and then I'll go to hell afterwards," replied Mr. Sniffle. The competency of the witness thus appearing, the foreman proceeded: "Now, Mr. Sniffle, do you, under the solemn sanction of an oath, undertake to say that my son Josiah was engaged in that game?"
Heaven forbid, sweet lady, that it be thou as met with this terrible misfortune! but ef it be, by the Power that made me, I swar to follow on thy trail; and ef I meet any of thy captors, then, Betsey, I'll just call on you for a backwoods sentiment." As he concluded, the hunter turned with a look of affection towards his rifle, which he firmly grasped with a nervous motion.
Whar is she, capt'n! Oh, take me to her! I'll fall on my knees. I'll axe her a thousand times to pardon me. 'Twar the Injun's fault. I'll swar it war the Chicasaw. She's been the cuss o' us both. Oh! whar is Marian? I love her more than iver! Whar is she?" "Patience!" I said; "you shall see her presently. She must be down the valley, among the Indian women. Mount your horse, and follow me!"
Dat boy gits me a heap of trouble and onrest of nights, dough, I tells you, honey; but I is well paid, and dey all has der reasons for letting him stay here, I spec'" shaking her head sagaciously "dough dey may be disappinted yit, when de time comes to testify and swar! De biggest price will carry de day den, chile; I tells you all," eying the gold held closely in her palm.
An' dey'd been good names, too." "But you'd have bucked at it ef he had," said 'Liab, good-naturedly. "No I wouldn't, 'Liab. I hain't got nuffin 'gin ole Mahrs'r. He war good enough ter me good 'nuff. I only hate what made him 'Old Mahs'r, an' dat I does hate. Oh, my God, how I does hate it, Liab! I hates de berry groun' dat a slave's wukked on! I do, I swar!
"De Lawd be praised and magnified foreber, but I will," said the negro, dropping on his knees and holding up his hand. "Swar me on a pile o' Bibles big as a haystack. I'd radder go to hell on my knees backward dan tech de fust drap ob dat. I's too anxious to hab Cappen McGillicuddy git well, so I is. What'd become ob dis pore niggeh if he should die? No, indeedy.
Will they let themselves be driven to the slaughter always?" "O I don't know." Eisenstein got to his feet. "We'd better be getting to barracks. Coming, Fuselli?" he said. "Guess so," said Fuselli indifferently, without getting up. Eisenstein and the Frenchman went out into the shop. "Bon swar," said Fuselli, softly, leaning across the table. "Hey, girlie?"
He remained there until the agitated rhinoceros became calm, when he crawled slowly back to his seat. "Keep mum," he said, with a very wise shake of the head "I only wanted to have some fun with them folks above us. I swar, I'll bet the whisky they thought I was scared!" Great character that Blowhard. "Hurrah! this is market day, Up, lads, and gaily away!" Old Comedy.
'Wery well, replied Bob, 'here goes it! and off he hurried to his case, muttering as he went: 'Considdeble vell, them ere expressions, perticcler for a man as doesn't swar. So I's to gouge out all their eyes, eh? and d-n all their gizzards!
Ef you mentions it, do; I is retermined to reny ebbery word of your ramification, and in dis here country a nigger's word, dey tells me, goes jus' as fur as a pore white gal's, if not furder; 'sides dat, I is gwine to swar favorable for my 'ployers, in course, at de court-house unless" hesitating and leering in my face "you sees, honey, dey have not paid me yit and mebbe dey won't, ef I displeases 'em, an' your gole watch is gone; an' den, Dinah would be lef' on de shelf."
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