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Miller now came forward and said, "Why, Aunt Nancy! what is the matter? This is Miss Flint, one of the best young ladies in the land." "No, 'tan't!" said Nan. "I know better." Mrs. Miller now drew Gertrude aside into the shadow of the clothes-horse, and conversed with her in an undertone, while Nan, leaning on her elbow, and peering after them, maintained a watchful, listening attitude.
Thar, Andy, you may have dat ar bone, tan't picked quite clean." Sam's audience hanging on his words with open mouth, he could not but proceed. "Dis yer matter 'bout persistence, feller-niggers," said Sam, with the air of one entering into an abstruse subject, "dis yer 'sistency 's a thing what an't seed into very clar, by most anybody. But let's look inter it.
The slave of seventy years, knowing her entreaties will be in vain, approaches her mistress with the fervency of a child, and grasping warmly her hand, stammers out: "Da da dah Lord bless um, Missus. Tan't many days fo'h we meet in t'oder world good-bye." "God bless you good-bye, Molly. Remember what I have told you so many times long suffering and forbearance make the true Christian.
'No no, dunnot say that, sir. 'Tan't kep' up that way. Not that way. 'Tis kep' down that way.
"Oh, no! he abides mostly in bed, and don't do nothing amiss; least way not to us. 'Tan't him, sir; but his man." "Man!" sobbed Bridget from behind. "He an't no man, nor nothing like a man. If Tummas had been here, he wouldn't have dared; so he wouldn't."
Sally 's been under my care, now, dis some time, and she does most as well as me, considerin; and if Missis would only let me go, I would help fetch up de money. I an't afraid to put my cake, nor pies nother, 'long side no perfectioner's. "Confectioner's, Chloe." "Law sakes, Missis! 'tan't no odds; words is so curis, can't never get 'em right!" "But, Chloe, do you want to leave your children?"
Grant's voice, pitched in an elevated key, interrupted them. "Eh! what?" said that gentleman to Tom Whyte. "No horse for Charley! How's that?" "No, sir," said Tom. "Where's the brown pony?" said Mr. Grant, abruptly. "Cut 'is fetlock, sir," said Tom, slowly. "And the new horse?" "'Tan't 'alf broke yet, sir." "Ah! that's bad.
Tom slowly raised his head, and sorrowfully said, "No, no: I aint going. Let Eliza go it's her right. 'Tan't in natur for her to stay, but you heard what she said. If I must be sold, or all the people on the place and everything to go to rack, why let me be sold.
Well, I don't care if we do. Here, let's have a look at him;" and Phineas, who in the course of his hunting and backwoods life had acquired some rude experience of surgery, kneeled down by the wounded man, and began a careful examination of his condition. "Marks," said Tom, feebly, "is that you, Marks?" "No; I reckon 'tan't friend," said Phineas. "Much Marks cares for thee, if his own skin's safe.
Niggers must be sold, and trucked round, and kept under; it's what they's made for. 'Pears like this yer view 's quite refreshing, an't it, stranger?" said he to Haley. "I never thought on 't," said Haley, "I couldn't have said as much, myself; I ha'nt no larning. I took up the trade just to make a living; if 'tan't right, I calculated to 'pent on 't in time, ye know."
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