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Now I was asleep dat night, but when he asked me I said, 'Aunt Emmaline say tell you I hurt my head fallin' out de door de night you whip Uncle Sim. Den he say, 'Is dat de truf? I say, 'Naw sir. He took Aunt Emmaline down to de gear house an' wore her out. He wouldn' tell off on me. He jus' tol' her dat she had no bus'ness a-lettin' me stay up so late dat I seen him do de whippin'.
"Dunno, Missis, I spects cause I 's so wicked!" "I don't know anything what I shall do with you, Topsy." "Law, Missis, you must whip me; my old Missis allers whipped me. I an't used to workin' unless I gets whipped." "Why, Topsy, I don't want to whip you. You can do well, if you've a mind to; what is the reason you won't?" "Laws, Missis, I 's used to whippin'; I spects it's good for me."
"The slaves get a whippin if they run away." "After Yankees come, my ole mother come home and all chillun together. I live with gramma and go home after work each day. Hired out doin maid work. All dis after Yankees come dat I live with gramma." "Someone yell, 'Yankees are comin', and de mistress tell me, she say 'You mus learn to be good and hones'. I tole her, 'I am now'."
Presently Bud gave a whoop, forgetting the feud in his play. "Lookit, Cash! He's ridin' straight up and whippin' as he rides! He's so-o-me bronk-fighter, buh-lieve me!" Cash turned and looked, grinned and turned away again but only to strip the rind off a fresh-fried slice of bacon the full width of the piece.
Yew jess let Squire git his grip onto this ere taown agin ez he uster hev it an the constable an the whippin post won't hev no rest till he's paid orf his grudge agin' every one on us. An ef yew dunno that, yew dunno Squire Woodbridge."
Couldn't be out after sundown or they'd bump my head. My stepfather would give me a flailin'. I thought he was mean to me but I see now he done right by whippin' me. "I know in slavery times they got plenty of somethin' to eat. Old master fed us well." Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson Person interviewed: Charlie Rigger R.F.D., three miles, Palestine, Arkansas Age: 85 plus, doesn't know age
Voluminous leafage blew behind and above her head, splashed with the white of sunlight and the gloom of swaying shadow. "Why, she's she's beautiful!" "Yes got prettier and prettier every time you looked at her...." "But," and Aunt Rachel sighed, "I couldn't do nothin' with her at all. An' scoldin' an' whippin' done no good, neither.
"The sheriff says you an' 'Liab Hill has been gittin' into some trouble with the law, and that the Ku Klux has got after you too, so that if you don't leave you're likely to go to States prison or have a whippin' or hangin' bee at your house afore you know it." "Jes let 'em come," said Nimbus, angrily "Ku Kluckers or sheriffs, it don't make no difference which.
But, of course, such high honors cast dark shadders, and one night after he'd made a powerful speech at the openin' of a saloon he owned, a old one made over into gorgeous beauty, he got a good hoss whippin', and by some wimmen too. Askin' God to bless what He'd cursed. What must God thought on't!
"De fiel' oberseer do de whippin' on dat plantation," whispered Uncle Rufus, "an' Sally Alley knowed wot dat meant." "Oh, dear me!" cried tender-hearted Tess. "They didn't re'lly beat her?" "Don't try to get ahead of the story, Tess," said Agnes, but rather shakingly. "We'll all hear it together." "Das it," said Uncle Rufus. "Jes' gib Unc' Rufus time an' he'll tell it all.
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