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But Ca'line she been dead long enough mos' six mont's countin' fo' weeks ter de mont'. An' as fur me, I done 'ranged ter have eve'ything did ter show respec's ter Numa." An', tell de trufe, Mis' Gladys, ef Numa was ter rise up f'om his grave, I'd sen' Pete a-flyin' so fast you could sen' eggs to market on his coat tail.
Dere! you may beliebe me or not, as you choose, but dat is de trufe!" Judge Merlin and Ishmael exchanged glances and then the latter said: "The case is a perfectly clear one to me, sir. While she slept she was made to inhale chloroform, and while under its influence she was conveyed from her prison to the ship, very likely a smuggler; and was brought here and sold for a slave." "Dere! dere!
"Then let me hear what you have been told." "Yes, sir; Boss, I'se gwine tu tell you de God's trufe." "Well, proceed." "Boss, I'm gwine to tole you dey tole me dat long time 'go dat a man by de name of Pluter was come up dar in dat field wid a 'omun, an' dat dey loss demselves, an' hab neber bin seed since; and dat ebery nite wen you go by dar you kin see somfin.
He was beginning to be frightened. Could something Neb was trying to hide have happened to the mare? "Bekase bekase " Ned stammered, "well, to tell de trufe, suh, bekase I is afeared she ain't quite dressed." "Not dressed! The mare not dressed! Have you lost your senses? Open that door quick!" "Marse Frank, I cain't. I nachully jus' cain't." Holton was enjoying this.
"Well, now, tellin' the simple trufe, he ain' much hurt." The doctor turned slowly and cautiously in bed. "Have you seen Honoré Grandissime?" "W'y das funny you ass me dat. I jis now see 'im dis werry minnit." "Where?" "Jis gwine into de house wah dat laydy live w'at 'e runned over dat ah time."
Which it is dis: Just now you called dat whited salt-peter here a pure lassie, which, beggin' your pardon, is 'fernally false, dough you don't know it! 'cause if she's pure, all de wus ob de poor mis'able gals ye might pick up out'n de streets is hebbenly angels, cherrybims, and serryfims. Dere now, dat's de trufe! Don't go and say I didn't tell you!" And Katie let go his coat.
Gorda mity's trufe! Werrily I say unter yer! Wen de court ob seshions ob de las day cum, ye'll reckerlect wot I say at dis times! An de hill ter fall top o' yer. No yer don't. Oh! yer'll wish yo cood bore fer wat-r dar! but day's no water dar, an de deeper yer go, Oh, my bredren, de deeper it git! An den de smell! Yer'll gib yer soul uv yer had any left, jist fur wun smell ob a rotten egg!
No, SUH! Ah stup right out in de middle of it, lightnin' strikin' all 'round an' de thunder so turrible Marse Kenneth an' ever'body ailse wuz awonderin' ef de good Lord could hear 'em prayin' fo' mercy. Yas, suh yas, SUH! Dat's de gospel trufe. An' me right out dere in dat ole barnyard doin' de chores fo' ole Mis' Striker.
I guess it'll skeer de ole creeter out ob a year's growfe; but dis is de trufe!
Dar's de 'simmon tree way down yonder in the meadow, whar we all use ter set ouah ole hyar traps. You ain' furgot dose ole hyar traps, Marse Dan?" "Forgotten them! good Lord!" said Dan; "why I remember we caught five one Christmas morning, and Betty fed them and set them free again." "Dat she did, suh, dat she did! Hit's de gospel trufe!"
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