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Updated: May 16, 2025
There came a loud cry of "halloa," and Jasper went to the window. "Helloa yo'se'f." "My wagon's stalled down here," a man shouted, "and I'd like for you to fetch your steers and give me a lift up the hill." "What air you loaded with?" "Hoop poles." "All right, I'll send a nigger down an' " Just then he caught sight of Kintchin.
You sut'ny look lak you plumb tukahed out. Come in an' tell me all 'bout yo'se'f, you po' little t'ing. Dese yo' little brothas an' sistahs?" "Yes'm," said Patsy Ann. "W'y, chil', whaih you goin'?" "I don' know," was the truthful answer. "You don' know? Whaih you live?" "Oh, I live down on Douglas Street," said Patsy Ann, "an' I's runnin' away f'om home an' my step-mothah."
One en all on us knows who's a pullin' at de bits Like de lead-mule dat g'ides by de rein, En yit, somehow or nudder, de bestest un us gits Mighty sick er de tuggin' at de chain. Hump yo'se'f ter de load en fergit de distress, En dem w'at stan's by ter scoff, For de harder de pullin', de longer de res', En de bigger de feed in de troff.
In the kitchen Hortense found Aunt Esmerelda seated in her chair, gazing gloomily at the kitchen range. "May I have a candle, Aunt Esmerelda?" Hortense asked. "What fo' yo' wants a candle?" Aunt Esmerelda demanded. "I'm going to the storeroom to get Grandpa some apples," said Hortense. Aunt Esmerelda stared at her without speaking for some moments. "All by yo'se'f'?" she demanded at last.
"Brer Rabbit holler hard ez he kin, but still he ain't git no answer, en den he 'low, 'Sholy sump'n nudder is de matter wid dat house, kaze all de times befo' dis, it been holler'n back at me, "Heyo, yo'se'f!" "Den Brer Rabbit wait little bit, en bimeby he holler one mo' time, 'Heyo, house! "Ole Brer Wolf try ter talk like he speck a house 'ud talk, en he holler back, 'Heyo, yo'se'f!
That young feller will make her a good livin' and " "Well," Margaret broke in, "she deserves it. You talk as if he wan't lucky too. But I jest want to tell you he is and you needn't say he ain't. You ought to be ashamed of yo'se'f to belittle yo' own daughter thatter way. Well, I never.
The Gineral seed me an' he smiled an' sed: "'Oh, Bishop," his voice fell to a proud and tender tone "did you know it was Gineral Johnston that fust named me the Bishop?" "'Oh, Bishop, he said, 'I can see you puttin' a tree betwixt yo'se'f an' special Providence. 'Yes, Gineral, I sed, 'an' I looks on it as a very special Providence jus' at this time.
Doan you know you got er soul ter save? Doan you know dat de Lawd frown on slander? I doan care fur myse'f but I hate ter see er good man fling erway his chances o' de salvation. An' suthin' gwine happen ter you ef you keeps on 'sposin' yo'se'f." Starbuck good naturedly drove him out, clucking at him as if he were a horse.
"I beg yo' pardon, ma'm, but haven't you got a picture of yo'se'f you would give me?" "A picture of me? What do you want with it, Mr. Reverend?" "My cabin is under the hill, and in the winter time it is dark there and I would like to have have a never-failing lamp to lighten it." "Oh," and her hands were pressed to her bosom, "You can't mean that." "Ma'm, I don't joke about sacred things." "Mr.
Buford sprang up and turned to flee, but at the back door, her large form a towering and impassive barrier, stood Aunt Dicey. "Oh, don't hu'y, Brothah Buford," she said calmly, "set down an' he'p yo'se'f. Dese hyeah's my friends." It was the next day that Robert Fairfax saw him in his cell. The man's face was ashen with coward's terror. He was like a caught rat though, bitingly on the defensive.
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