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He sho' told dat black debble 'bout what he thought ob him, but he didn't nebber once call him Hawley no, sah, not once; he done call him Bartlett, or somet'ing or odder like dat. But he sutt'nly read dat man's pedigree from way back to de time ob de flood, I reck'n. An' he done swore he'd fight for whatebber it was, papers or no papers.
"Whatebber has Buttsy done ter yo', Massa Jack, dat yo' should be obfendicated at his 'pearance in de present state ob de obsequies?" "Then the rooster accompanies the expedition," chuckled Jack. "Only remember, if we have to throw out anything to lighten ship, Buttsy goes first even before we are obliged to dispense with your services, Wash!"
"Rogues and rasqueals!" Old Mat would say with one of his deep sighs. "But whatebber should we do without 'em?" For Putnam's the Three J's had always possessed a particular interest. Their stable was at Dewhurst, just behind Arunvah, at the other end of the South Downs.
When I got ez fur ez Fairfax, in Louisiana, I was tuk down wid de fever, an' fer nigh 'bout six month I wa'ant ob no account whatebber. An' who yer tink tuk keer ob me den, Marse Hesden?" "I am sure I don't know," was the reply. "No, yer wouldn't nebber guess," said Nimbus; "but twa'n't nobody else but my old mammy, Lorency." "You don't say! Well, that was strange," said Hesden.
Silver!" he said. "Whatebber should we do without um?" Monkey Sulks On the Sunday after the trial on the Mare's Back Jerry went solemnly round the assembled lads before Bible Class, his hat in his hand and in the hat a couple of coppers. "What for?" asked Alf, the cherub.
Apparently they had no plans, for Hannibal looked reproachfully at his son and shook his head at him, his lips moving, and in a low, husky voice he said "Whatebber will I do!" A way out of the difficulty seemed to come to the younger black, for he suddenly darted at the hat, picked it up, and dabbed it down on the bundle of white and scarlet clothes.
Silver!" he cried, twiddling his whip, and raising his voice to a sort of chant. "Rogues and rasqueals on h'every side, layin' in wait for to take a little bit off you same as the Psalmist says. And it's no good talkin' to 'em. None whatebber." He dropped his voice to the old confidential note. "Pinch the hair off the back o' your head while you're sleepin', they would.
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