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Updated: May 12, 2025
W'y, chile, I pick cotton 'fore I leave de bre's', da's a fac'. De niggers is gittin' too sumpchus fo' dar place. Dey try to make outen dey got sense like white folks. Yo' Rastus, yo'se deacon in de Key Wes' Fustest Bethel, ain't yo'?" "'Deed I is," replied that person. "An' Piffney too, I reckon," continued Sandy. "Yas, sah," answered Piffney.
The train began to slow up for the station. The old negro quietly dropped his ticket into the lap of the woman, saying, "Here's yo' ticket, missus. I do hopes yo' find dat husban' o' yourn ain' so bad as yo'se afeared."
At daybreak, he saw a negro on the bank and inquired his whereabouts. "Yo'se in de bend shoah 'nough Cap'en; but I'se pow'ful glad yo' missed the cut off, cause I wanted to see yo' awful bad." Paul did not sympathize with the darkey's joy and that unnecessary fifteen miles was the hardest pull of the entire trip, to his mind.
But Courtland had winning ways with all dependents. "But you will answer me ONE question, Sophy, and I'll not ask another. Has" he hesitated in his still uncertainty as to the actuality of his experience and its probable extent "has Cato escaped?" "If yo' mean dat sassy, bull-nigger oberseer of yo'se, cunnle, HE'S safe, yo' bet!" returned Sophy sharply.
"Aw, go on dar, you big brack jollier!" yapped Toots. "Ah'ze known Marsa Frank eber since he was knee high to a grasseshopper. Ah guess Ah knows mah place. He's tol' me more'n once, 'Toots, yo'se a gemman distinctive ob yo' color. Dar ain't no udder nigger dat could gib Marsa Frank a piece of device de way Ah can.
Yo'se t' blame to' this yo' own se'f. Ef yo' hadn't gone fo' is kick de bucket it nebber would 'a happened. It's yo' own fault, honey, an' doan't yo' forgit dat! No, yo' better go home an' git some dry clothes on." It was good advice, for Andy was soaking wet. He glared angrily at Eradicate, and then swung off down the road, the whitewash dripping from has garments at every step. "Land a massy!
It seemed a very long time before the front door opened, and Estralla reached out and clutched at the brown cape. Noiselessly they crept up the stairs, Estralla leading the way. It was she who opened the door of Sylvia's room, and then with a whispered "Yo'se all right now, Missy," closed it behind her. Sylvia hung up the brown cape in the closet, and slipped off her dress.
The negroes seemed to be everywhere. At a bridge a couple of black fishermen bobbed up from behind an abutment, scaring the rear squad of mules. The five lead ones pressed heavily upon the one Ralph was riding. "Look out!" cried one of the darkies. "Yo'se gwine over de bank! Watch out, I say!" Ralph Arrives at Savannah. The warning was too late to be effectual.
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