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"Come, sit down, stranger; 'Sit down an' share a soldier's couch, a soldier's fare. Not as I'm a sojer," he hastened to explain, "but thet's how it is in ther book. Say, old woman, kint ye kinder sker up some coffee fer we uns leastwise whut us Confeds call coffee?" Without much difficulty I induced Mrs. Brennan to draw her chair once more to the table, and I sat down beside her.
De firs' business whut come' before de convintion am: whut we gwine do to a li'l' black boy whut stip' on de king an' maul' all ober de king an' treat' de king dat disrespictful'." An' li'l' black Mose jes moan' an' sob': "'Scuse me! 'Scuse me, Mistah King! Ah ain't mean no harm at all."
"What did Aunt Julia say?" Florence asked. "Whut you' Aunt Julia say when?" "When you told her these were gray cats and not white cats?" "She tole me take an' clean 'em," said Kitty Silver. "She say, she say she want 'em clean' up spick an' spang befo' Mista Sammerses git here to call an' see 'em." And she added morosely: "I ain't no cat-washwoman!" "She wants you to bathe 'em?"
"Hit's yourn." "Some more o' Jack Hale's fool doin's," said the old woman. "Go on, gal, and see whut he's done." With eager hands she put the key in the lock and when she pushed open the door, she gasped. Another room had been added to the cabin and the fragrant smell of cedar made her nostrils dilate.
Rogers then asked of Tommy and Buddy, who at this moment came around the corner of the house, prancing and dancing, each astride a stick horse. "Whut! You hain't? Drap them sticks this minit, or I'll w'ar 'em out on yer backs! Cl'ar out to thet woodpile, fast ez yer laigs'll carry you.
Well, brother, the furriner come up to Tom's an' got Tom into one o' them new-fangled trades whut the furriners calls a option t'other feller kin git out'n hit, but you can't. The furriner 'lowed he'd send his podner up thar next day to put the thing in writin' an' close up the trade. Hit looked like ole Tom was ketched fer shore, an' ef Tom didn't ra'r, I'd tell a man.
Thet's whut I got ag'inst him." Rachel Carter was looking at the strange creature with an interest not far removed from pity. Despite the sullen, hang-dog expression she was a rather handsome girl; wild, untutored, almost untamed she was, and yet not without a certain diffidence that bespoke better qualities than appeared on the surface.
I'll see Massa Tom, dat's whut I will. I guess yo' ain't de only deteckertiff on de place. I kin go on guard, too!" and Eradicate, dropping his rake, strolled away in his temper to seek the young inventor. "Well, Rad, what is it?" asked Tom, as he met the colored man. The young inventor was on his way to the mysterious shop. "What is troubling you?" "It's dat dar giant.
"Whut wus yer in when ye took her?" "The Vengeance, a three-masted schooner, the fastest thing afloat. She's south in West India waters." "Who's the captain?" "Silva Sanchez." "Gawd! Sanchez not not 'Black Sanchez?" "That's him; so yer've heerd o' 'Black Sanchez? Well, we're sailin' 'long with him, all right, mate, an' yer ought ter know whut thet means fer a good man."
"It mought 'a' been a good sehmont, but dat ain' whut I ax you. I want to know whut de mattah wif Brothah Simon." "Why, he told me that the man he put over you was one of the most powerful kind, warranted to make you shout until the last bench was turned over." "Oh, some o' dem, dey shouted enough, dey shouted dey fill. But dat ain' whut I's drivin' at yit.
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