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Updated: June 19, 2025
One ways, I ain't got nothin' I kin tell you; t'other ways, you ain't got nothin' I 's gwine to let you tell me. I 's axin' you to git. En," finished Neptune, "dat t'ing done went right out whish! same lak I 's tellin' you! Yessuh! hit went spang out!" He threw another chunk of fatwood on the fire, and watched the smoky flame go dancing up the chimney.
"My father?" "YESsuh! POW! he hit 'er! An' you' ma run tell me git doctuh quick 's I kin telefoam she sho' you' pa goin' bus' a blood-vessel. He ain't takin' on 'tall NOW. He ain't nothin' 'tall to what he was 'while ago. You done miss' it, Mist' Bibbs. Doctuh got him all quiet' down, to what he was. POW! he hit'er! Yessuh!" He took Bibbs's coat and proffered a crumpled telegraph form.
If she were anywhere, and could come to him through the invisible wall, what would be the first thing she would say to him? Ah, well enough, and perhaps bitterly enough, he knew the answer to that question! "To be kind" to Georgie! A red-cap at the station, when he arrived, leaped for his bag, abandoning another which the Pullman porter had handed him. "Yessuh, Mist' Morgan. Yessuh.
Annie!" The colored maid came running in. "Yessuh!" Madison pointed to Laura. "You see your mistress there has a pistol in her hand?" The girl, frightened out of her wits, could only gurgle an incoherent: "Yessuh!" "She wants to kill herself," said Madison. "I just called you to witness that the act is entirely voluntary on her part."
At the Deans' gate, Snowball was just going in on Margaret's pony and Chad pulled up. "Where's Mr. Dan, Snowball? and Mr. Harry?" "Mars Dan he gwine to de wah an' I'se gwine wid him." "Is Mr. Harry going, too?" Snowball hesitated. He did not like to gossip about family matters, but it was a friend of the family who was questioning him. "Yessuh! But Mammy say Mars Harry's teched in de haid.
He sent an angry look round the shop, and the barbers, taking his meaning, averted their eyes and fell to work, the murmur of subdued conversation buzzing from chair to chair. "You sit down ONE minute, Mist' Sheridan," said the head barber, gently. "I fix nice chair fo' you to wait in." "Never mind," said Sheridan. "Go on get through with your man." "Yessuh."
He gwine to fight wid de po' white trash." "Is Miss Margaret at home?" "Yessuh." Chad had his note to Margaret, unsealed. He little felt like seeing her now, but he had just as well have it all over at once. He took it out and looked it over once more irresolute. "I'm going away to join the Union army, Margaret. May I come to tell you good-by? If not, God bless you always.
"Is there a place anywhere I could lie down?" "Yessuh. We got one nem spare rooms all fix up fo' you, suh. Right up staihs, suh. Nice room." He led the way, and Bibbs followed slowly, stopping at intervals to rest, and noting a heavy increase in the staff of service since the exodus from the "old" house.
Crittenden smiled it was one of his mother's premonitions; she seemed always to know when he was coming home. "Come get these things," he said, and went on with his paper. "Yessuh!" Things had gone swiftly while he was in the hills. Old ex-Confederates were answering the call from the Capitol. One of his father's old comrades little Jerry Carter was to be made a major-general.
He took the glass, and the young man reclined again in the hammock, a hot blush vanquishing his pallor. "Was I was I very bad, Joe?" "Oh, you was all right," Joe hastened to reassure him. "You was jes' on'y a little bit tight." "Did it really seem only a little?" the other asked hopefully. "Yessuh," said Joe promptly. "Nothin' at all. You jes' wanted to rare roun' little bit.
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