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De trufe is, niggers down heah been gittin' mighty biggoty lately, dey get so much 'couragement f'om up Norf. Massa Edd'ern, dey sho'ly do think dey gwine ter run dis country atter while. O' co'se every nigger whut's got any sense knows diff'rent f'om dat, but it seem like dey allus wuz a heap o' triflin' niggers whut ain't willin' to wu'k, but is willin' to make trouble.
An' ef it hadn't o' been dat I knowed what a cook she was, tell de trufe, de Widder Simpson's cross-eye would o' discour'ged me off enti'ely. "But now," he continued, chuckling; "but now I done got usen ter it; it's purty ter me seem like hit's got a searchin' glance dat goes out'n its way ter fin' me."
"What are you sick?" asked Cynthia, with interest, rising from the table. Uncle Isam sighed. "I'se got a tur'able peskey feelin', Miss Cynthy, days de gospel trufe," he returned. "I dunno whur hit's de lungs er de liver, but one un um done got moughty sassy ter de yuther 'en he done flung de reins right loose.
"What on earth is all this rigmarole about? Are you dreaming or romancing?" "I'm a-telling on you de bressed trufe! Dere's a young lady a-livin' at de Hidden House!" "Eh? Is that really true, Patty?" "True as preaching, miss." "Then, I am very glad of it! I shall certainly ride over and call on the stranger," said Capitola, gaily. "Oh, Miss Cap! Oh, miss, don't you do no sich thing!
I thought he was going to claim every dud for Robelia. Not so. "We all thanks you mighty much, madam, but in fac', ef de trufe got to be tol' " "It hasn't got to be told me, Luke, if I " "Oh, no, madam, o' co'se. I 'uz on'y gwine say a-concernin' Euonymus "
"Rebecca, did you ever think what you'd do if both your children were in equal danger?" "Why, yass'm, I is studie' dat, dis ve'y day, ef de trufe got to be tol'." Thought I: "If anything else has to be told, Robelia'll be my only helper." I asked Rebecca which one she would try to save first. "Why, mist'ess, I could tell dat a heap sight betteh when de time come.
"What on earth is all this rigmarole about? Are you dreaming or romancing?" "I'm a-telling on you de bressed trufe! Dere's a young lady a-livin at de Hidden House!" "Eh? Is that really true, Patty?" "True as preaching, miss." "Then, I am very glad of it! I shall certainly ride over and call on the stranger," said Capitola, gaily. "Oh, Miss Cap! Oh, miss, don't you do no sich thing!
"I did talk about goin' ter one o' deze heah occular-eye doctors las' summer, and I went once-t, but I ain't nuver tol' nobody, an' you mustn't say nothin' 'bout it, please, sir. "But yer see, sir." He lowered his voice here to a confidential whisper. "Yer see dat was on account o' de ladies. I was a widder-man den, an', tell de trufe, my mixed glances was gettin' me in trouble.
"I belongs to de Adventist Church, and I sure believes in always tellin' de trufe and nofin' but de trufe; we better tell de trufe here, for some of dese days we all gwine where nofin' but de trufe will be accepted. "No suh, I ain't never took any interest in politics and ain't never voted. "Dese young'uns today is simply too much for me; I can't understand em, and I dunno which way dey headed.
But I gotto to tell you, you ain' tellin' the trufe to me, toe yo' old black mammy, right now. I tells you, an' I knows it, tha' hain't nary gal on earth ever done look at no man, I don't care who he wuz, 'thout thinkin' 'bout him, an' 'cidin' in her min', one way er otheh whetheh she like fer to mah'y that ther man er not!
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