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"De slaves would tek dere ole iron cookin' pots en turn dem upside down on de groun' neah dere cabins ter keep dere white folks fum hearin' w'at dey wuz sayin'. "Dey claimed dat hit showed dat Gawd wuz wid dem." "In slavery time peeples b'leeved in dreams. I members one nite I dreamed dat a big white thing wuz on de gatepost wida haid. I tole mah mammy en she said, "Gawd wuz warning us."
"When the watter's down, my lad." "It's low enough now. There are plenty of places where you can spread your nets." "Ay, but plenty of places don't suit me, my lad. You wait a bit and we'll see. Get John Warren to tek you ferreting." "Yes, that will do," cried Tom. "When are you going, John?" The man addressed shook his head. "Rabbuds don't want no killing off. Plenty on 'em drownded."
The two little boys advanced, Tommy with a curly black pup under his arm, Buddy with two half-grown kittens in his apron. "Yes, yes, tek 'em," urged Mrs. Rogers; "you'll do me a favor to tek thet mis-che-vous pup, an' will save them kittens frum a grave in the hoss-pond; I've done said I'd drown the whole litter.
Then he stepped forward, took off his faded hat, his brow wrinkling deep, and said, in a drawling preacher tone that had no sound of D'ri in it: "O God, tek care o' gran'ma. Help us t' go on careful, an' when we 're riled, help us t' keep er mouths shet. O God, help the ol' cart, an' the ex in pertic'lar. An' don't be noway hard on us. Amen."
But I've been thinking thee mightst find a thing or two herein as would prove of value, and it's yours if you see fit to take it away." "Why, it's a library," said Reuben. "You are very good, uncle, but " "Tek it, lad, tek it, if you'd like it, and make no words. And if it shouldn't turn out to have been worth the carrying you can let th' old chap think it was eh?"
A closer scrutiny revealed that the man was drowsy from partial intoxication, and Chunk, feeling that he was in for it now, said boldly: "Marse Whately tole me at dinner ter tek his hoss ter de run fer a drink en ter limber his jints 'bout dis time in de eb'nin'." "Very well; bring 'im back safe en sud'n or I'll make you a head shorter'n you air."
But when airy feller says thar hain't no man in my household, so long's I'm thar, I hev got ample cause ter fight. Ye've got ter tek thet back right now. Ef so be ye hain't rested up yit, an' ye've got any friend hyar thet ye'd like ter hev take yore place, I'm ready fer him." But Sol had had enough, for the present.
Bubbles looked as sympathetic as the occasion required, and trotted along by Dimple's side, holding the umbrella over her, and trying to suggest all manner of comforting things. "Hit'll all be ovah befo' yuh is twict married, Miss Dimple, and hit mought be wuss. S'posin' Miss Flo'ence was los' sho 'nough, den yuh might tek on.
My haid gwine roun' lak dat ar brass rewster on de barn, wen' de win' blow norf en souf ter oncet." "No mattah 'bout yo' haid, Aun' Suke. Dat ain' no 'count. Hit's yo' han's dat de gin'ral want busy." "No mattah 'bout my haid, eh? Tek dat on yo'n den," and she cracked Chunk's skull sharply. "Dat's right, Aun' Suke, keep de flies away," remarked Chunk quietly.
"Ye didn't low I seed ye steal ther letter ... but I gives ye leave ter tek hit over thar an' and burn hit up, Rowlett same es them peanut hulls.... I hain't got no need of nuther them ... nur hit." Rowlett's hand, under the sting of accusation, had instinctively pressed itself against his pocket.
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