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Updated: June 8, 2025
"Give me a lift, boys, can't you? Look at my leg! Do you think it'll 'ave to come off? Maybe they could save it if I could get to 'ospital in time! Won't some of you give me a lift? I can 'obble along with a little 'elp." "Don't you fret, sonny! You're a-go'n' to ride back in a stretcher presently. Keep yer courage up a little w'ile longer."
Blaisdell, addressing the expert, who replied coolly, with a very slight accent: "No, sir; I simply come out 'ere once in a w'ile, you know, just as an accommodation to Mr. Winters." "You live in New York, I suppose?" "No, sir; my 'ome is in London," he replied, with an air that seemed to indicate he did not care for any further conversation. "Blaisdell," said Mr.
"'No, eve'ybody 's skeered er a wolf, en I doan want nobody ter be skeered er me. "'Shill I turn you ter a mawkin'-bird? "'No, a hawk mought ketch me. I wanter be turnt inter sump'n w'at'll stay in one place. "'I kin turn you ter a tree, sez Tenie. 'You won't hab no mouf ner years, but I kin turn you back oncet in a w'ile, so you kin git sump'n ter eat, en hear w'at 's gwine on.
"Jes' hol' on a minute befo' you go, Mars John; fer ef dem people outside should git holt er me befo' you does git me out er here, I may never see you no mo', suh, in dis worl'. W'en Mars Billy McLean shot me by mistake, w'ile we wuz out huntin' dat day, who wuz it boun' up my woun's an' kep' me from bleedin' ter def, an' kyar'ed me two miles on his own shoulders ter a doctuh?"
"To find out if you gentlemen was rich enough to make it worth my w'ile to take you wiz me and 'old you for ransom." His eyes half closed. He was enjoying their discomfiture. There was nothing he liked more than to spring a surprise like this. Pell and Hardy looked at each other, real terror in their faces now. "Ransom!" the former cried. "It is quite to be seen zat you are," the bandit grinned.
"Hit seem lak months 'fore we roun' de Cape an' head back north on de Pacific, an' hit seem lak a year 'fore we drop anchor in Hong Kong. Dey tell me de admiral was stationed dere an' de cap'n had to report to him. W'ile he was doin' dis, we gits shore leave. "Wen Jack an' me gits on land, we couldn't onnerstan' a word, but we mek signs, an' a tough-lookin' Chink motion fer us to foller him.
W'isky was just weigh-in' me out one w'en 'e saw the spider fastened on my finger; then 'e knew he'd made a jack ass of 'imself. He threw away the axe and got down on 'is knees alongside of Ah Wee, who gave a last little kick and opened 'is eyes he had eyes like mine an' puttin' up 'is hands drew down W'isky's ugly head and held it there w'ile 'e stayed.
While the mulatto guide was talking, or swearing Jack's half-amused questions, the cab left Annapolis further and further behind. "Yo' see, sah," the guide went on, "Marse Truax wa'n't in no fit condition, sah, to try de strongest voodoo medicine dat he called fo'. So, w'ile de voodoo was sayin' his strongest chahms, Marse Truax done fall down, frothin' at de mouth.
"I wouldn' spec' fer you ter b'lieve me 'less you know all 'bout de fac's. But ef you en young miss dere doan' min' lis'n'in' ter a ole nigger run on a minute er two w'ile you er restin', I kin 'splain to yer how it all happen'." We assured him that we would be glad to hear how it all happened, and he began to tell us.
I reckon it ain' so much so nowadays, but befo' de wah, in slab'ry times, er nigger didn' mine goin' fi' er ten mile in a night, w'en dey wuz sump'n good ter eat at de yuther een. "So atter a w'ile Mars Dugal' begin ter miss his scuppernon's.
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