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"But you can't do dat," said Grandison, "if you let dis thing an' dat thing come in ter hinder ye. Now dat's jes' wot we's been disputin' 'bout, Mahs'r Morris. I 'clared dat we oughter stick ter de truf widout lookin' to de right or de lef'; but Brudder 'Bijah, his min' wasn't quite made up on de subjick. Now, wot you say, Mahs'r Morris?" "I say stick to the truth, of course," said Mr.
Evidently none of the fellows were armed, at least with shooting irons, for it was almost ludicrous to see the rapidity with which they threw up their arms and showed signs of surrender. "Don't let dat little buster go off, mister. We ain't meanin' yuh no ha'm, 'deed we ain't now, We's jes' de most innercentest coons yuh eber seed, we is.
In answer to the questions who he was, where he came from, and what he had been doing in car number 50, Bill said, with exactly the manner he would have used in addressing a Police Justice: "Please yer Honor we's pards, me an' him is, an' we's bin tendin' stock on de road. We was on de train last night when it was attackeded by a lot of fellers who was beatin' de brakeman.
Very grave "uncle Darry" was; stately and almost courtly in his respectful courtesy; but he gave me a pleasant smile when Preston presented him. "We's happy to see Miss Daisy at her own home. Hope de Lord bress her." My heart warmed at these words like the ice-bound earth in a spring day. They were not carelessly spoken, nor was the welcome. My feet trod the greensward more firmly.
We is the it set, me and Tempie and Eph and all the fust family people. We's got our lawyers and dentists and a university and a ice-cream parlor with the swellest kinder soda fount in front. You heard how Mister David got that Country Club for us, didn't you? Well, he backed the rent notes of the soda fount, too and he's jest naterly the fust set candidate fer anything he wants ter be."
We's be reet enough to-morn, lass. Mon, there's awlus some way shap't. That tay's done me a deeol o' good. . . . Go thi ways whoam, Ann; neaw do; or else aw shan't be yezzy abeawt tho!" But Ann, who was wiping her eyes with her apron, replied, "Naw, naw; aw will not go yet, Sarah!" . . . And then she began to cry, "Eh, lasses; aw dunnot like to see yo o' this shap aw dunnot for sure!
I mean has he no friends with him?" "I b'lieves dar's a lady long wid him, Marse Ed'ard, but I mos'ly has to guess 'bout de half ob what dese Frenchers say." "You don't know the name, Ben?" "No, sah, couldn't make it out de way dey dispronounces it. But I understands, sah, dat dese folks meanin' de sick gentleman and de lady and we's de only 'Mericans in de town."
Let Miss Smith do that." "And you'll have a wedding?" "No, Miss Em'ly. For de lan' sake, you don't 'spect we's gwine into dat yere meetin' 'ouse for de folks to call it a nigger show, duz ye? We's too ole to be gwine roun' to be laf at." "I didn't mean to plague you, Matthias; please excuse me," for he looked the least bit provoked.
I looked at the raging seas that were now leaping over the little strait into our cove. "I'll have to try and get there by land," I said. "'Tis an awful long ways around," said Sammy. "Not as I says it can't be done." "We's fair done with th' long pull we's had," said the messenger. "I mistrust us men couldn't do it." "You will stay here and rest," I told him. "I think I will have to try it."
"Quashy, it strikes me that we shall be lost," said Lawrence, with anxious look. "'Smy opinion, massa, dat we's lost a'ready." "Come," returned Lawrence, rising with some difficulty, "let's mount and be off after them. Which way did they go that is, at what point of the compass did they disappear?" Quashy's face assumed the countless wrinkles of perplexity.
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