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In the lightning flashes I saw Nick's face, and it haunted me afterwards through many years of wandering. On it was written a sorrow for me greater than my own sorrow. For God had given to this lad every human passion and compassion. The storm rolled away with the night, and Mammy came through the hall with a candle. "Whah is you, Marse Nick? Whah is you, honey? You' suppah's ready."
"Whah dat gemman what get on at P'laski City?" Ravenel waved his cigar. "He's out in back garden pickin' flowers! Porter you f ond o' flowers? Porter! here! Mr. March's simply stepped out s see 'f he can find a f four-leaf clover."
In the lightning flashes I saw Nick's face, and it haunted me afterwards through many years of wandering. On it was written a sorrow for me greater than my own sorrow. For God had given to this lad every human passion and compassion. The storm rolled away with the night, and Mammy came through the hall with a candle. "Whah is you, Marse Nick? Whah is you, honey? You' suppah's ready."
Ezra sang a thunderous baritone when the niggers lifted up their voices in song around their camp-fire, and he could be heard for half a mile when he called in real earnest. He was calling now, and Buddy, stopping to listen, fancied that he heard his name. A little farther on, he was sure of it. "OOO-EE! Whah y'all, Buddy? "I'm a-comin'," Buddy shrilled impatiently. "What y' all want?"
"Oh, I'll res' myself, but I ain' gwine sponge on you dat away. I got some money," and the old man dug down into his long pocket. But his host laid a hand on his arm. "Your money's no good up here." "Wh wh why, I thought dis money passed any whah in de Nunited States!" exclaimed the bewildered old man. "That's all right, but you can't spend it until we run out." "Oh!
But good Lord, dose chilen don't b'long heah, dey's f'm Obedstown whah dey don't know nuffin, an' you knows, yo' own sef, dat dey ain't 'sponsible.
Early in de mawnin' some er de niggers come along, gwyne to de fields, en dey tuk me en showed me dis place, whah de dogs can't track me on accounts o' de water, en dey brings me truck to eat every night, en tells me how you's a-gitt'n along." "Why didn't you tell my Jack to fetch me here sooner, Jim?" "Well, 'twarn't no use to 'sturb you, Huck, tell we could do sumfn but we's all right now.
'Spec he whah he oughtn't ter be." Mr. Colfax spied the stooping figure of Eliphalet. "Do you work here?" he demanded. "I callate." "What?" "I callate to," responded Mr. Hopper again, without rising. "Please find Mr. Hood," directed Mr. Colfax, with a wave of his cane, "and say that Miss Carvel is here "
Another night was descending when, with defiant shrieks of the whistle, the train shot out upon a vast bench and, with flickering electric lights flashing past the windows, and glass reflecting back its blazing stack, it rolled with tolling bell into a station. The porter appeared. "Sulphuh Falls, ma'am! Hoyeah's whah you gits off!"
He bounced up and stared at me wild. Then he drops down on his knees, and puts his hands together and says: "Doan' hurt me don't! I hain't ever done no harm to a ghos'. I alwuz liked dead people, en done all I could for 'em. You go en git in de river agin, whah you b'longs, en doan' do nuffn to Ole Jim, 'at 'uz awluz yo' fren'." Well, I warn't long making him understand I warn't dead.
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