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Then they'd treat me better hic hole me up, ole sport! Whuzzit you wammme do?" "I'm hungry, sir," said Jurgis. "Hungry! Why don't you hassome supper?" "I've got no money, sir." "No money! Ho, ho less be chums, ole boy jess like me! No money, either a'most busted! Why don't you go home, then, same's me?" "I haven't any home," said Jurgis. "No home! Stranger in the city, hey? Goo' God, thass bad!
"Fo' Gawd, Mass' William, less jess stop right yer! I 'clare, I'se jess wore to a plum frazzle, a-travelin' an' a-travelin'! Ef we gwine settle, why, less settle, thass all I say!" The driver of the wagon sat silent for a moment, his leg still hanging over the end of the seat, his chin in the hand of the arm which rested upon his other leg, propped up on the dashboard of the wagon.
John looked into the upturned face for some seconds before he said, slowly and pleasantly, "Why, you dirty dog!" He gave the horse a cut of the whip. Leggett smiling and staggering, called after him, to the delight of all the street, "Mr. Mahch, thass confidential, you know! An' Mr. Mahch! Woe! Mr. Mahch."
"Yass'm, pretty well, but not nothin' like hit useter be back in ole Vehginny, when 'bout er hunderd niggers git to prayin' all to onct. Thass whut goin' to fotch the powah on er suffrin' human soul yes, ma'm!" "Now, Aunt Lucy," said Mary Ellen sagely, "there isn't anything wrong with your soul at all.
"Why but that isn't good news, then." Narcisse gave his head a bright, argumentative twitch. "Yesseh. 'Tis t'ue he 'efuse'; but ad the same time I dunno I thing he wasn' so mad about it as he make out. An' you know thass one thing, Mistoo Itchlin, whilce they got life they got hope; and hence I ente'tain the same."
"Where's that?" asked Bruce, and to his immense astonishment the boy answered quickly: "Italy." "Why, how does that happen, Piney? Ever been there?" "Nope. Hearn Unc' Bernique tell abaout it, thass all. It 'ud suit me, though. I know that." His eyes grew dreamy and he seemed to be looking far beyond Missouri.
Mary Ellen heard her voice uplifted long and urgently, and suspecting the cause, at length went to her door. "What is it, Aunt Lucy?" she asked kindly. "Nothin', mam; I jess rasslin' wit ther throne o' Grace er l'il bit. I don't wan' to 'sturb you-all." "We don't want to disturb you, either, Aunt Lucy," said Mary Ellen gently. "Thass hit, Miss Ma'y Ellen, thass hit!
"But if we take you on as pilot, my friend," said I to the pilot as at length we arose, "how shall we get out our letters after all?" "Thass hall right," replied he, "my cousin, Richard Barrière she's cousin of Jean Lafitte too, heem she'll was my partner on the s'rimp, an' she'll was come hon the light, here, heem, to-mor', yas, heem." "And would you give the letters to Mr.
M'sieur Morin, he leave thoze li'l peezes papier in those table, and say ver' much 'bout money thass hard for me to ond'stan. Mais I never see those money again. Thass ver' wicked man, M'sieur Morin. H'what you call those peezes papier, M'sieur Robbin' bon!" Robbins explained.
"Whyn't you make Johnson give you a mount once in a while?" "He says I ain't smart enough," was the sulky reply. Little Mose laughed. "He jus' pig-headed, thass all ail him! You like to git a reg'luh job ridin' faw a good man?" "Would I!" "Well, I knows a man whut wants a good boy. See that tree yondeh? That big one? Le's see who kin get there first!" "It it's pretty far, ain't it?" "Shucks!
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