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"Look h'yar!" cried Susan, at the end of some energetic remarks, "is dar enny pusson h'yar who kin count up figgers?" Inquiries on the subject ran through the crowd, and in a few moments a black boy, about fourteen, was pushed forward as an expert in arithmetic. "Now, you Jim," said Susan, "you's been, to school, an' you kin count up figgers.
When you's a trading, trade and git you pay, but when you's a trabelling with gemplemans and he family, da's no time for trade. Ef you open you box at dem times, you must jest put in you hand, and take out de t'ing wha' you hab for gib, and say, 'Yer Cæsar somet'ing for you, boy!" "Hem! that's the how, is it?" said the pedler with a leer that was good-humoredly knowing.
'Spect de folks'll tink you's done gone crazy puttin' me down by de side ob de white lamb. It's mighty quare an' on-reasonablelike, 'tis sartin'." "Oh, Matthias," I replied, "the people will like it!" "Hope you's in de right ob it, but what kin you call it when it's all done printed out fur ye?" "That is the question. Louis says 'call it The Harvest of Years."
Ebony ran to the tree referred to, and skipped over with admirable agility, though it bent under him not unlike a tight-rope. "But I can't do that," said Hockins, "not bein' a black monkey, d'ee see?" With a sudden expression of intense pity the negro exclaimed "Oh! I beg pardin'. Didn't I forgot; you's on'y a white man. But stop; I come ober agin an' took you on my back."
An' de good Man knows I 'membuh w'en you runnin' roun' back-yods an' up de alley rompin' 'ith Joe Louden, same you's a boy!" "Do you ever see Mr. Louden, nowadays?" she asked. His laugh was repeated with the same discreet violence. "Ain' I seen him dis ve'y day, fur up de street at de gate yonnah, stan'in' 'ith you, w'en I drivin' de Judge?"
Besides, she had seen the footprints of Blackfoot Indians in the valley below, and she knew from their appearance that those who had made them were on the war-path, in which circumstances savages usually dismiss any small amount of tender mercies with which they may have been naturally endowed. "Oh why, why you's not come home, Big Tim?" she exclaimed at last, in broken English.
"O! my sweet familiarity! you knows I knows it! But yo' sof' eyes is shot me th'oo to that estent that I don't know what I does know! I jess sets here in the emba'ssment o' my complacency a won'de'n' what you takes me faw!" "How does you know I's tuck you at all yit; is I said so, Mr. Saampson? Don't you tetch me, seh! right here in full sight o' de house! You's too late, seh! too late!
Then something in his divinity's face startled his assurance. "You's going wis us, isn't you, Be'trice? I want you to help take care of my two puppies. Martha can't, 'cause she slaps dere ears. Is you going wis us, Be'trice?"
"Laws, Miss Scudder," she said, "I's right glad you's comin'; 'cause you hasn't seen how we's kind o' splendified since Massa Jim come home. You wouldn't know it. Why, he's got mats from Mogadore on all de entries, and a great big 'un on de parlor; and ye ought to see de shawl he brought Missus, an' all de cur'us kind o' tings to de Squire.
Oldbuck a sight o' you's gude, for sair een: what d'ye think of the news in the Sun the day? they say the great attempt will be made in a fortnight." "I wish to the Lord it were made and over, that I might hear no more about it." "Thank ye, thank ye, no occasion at present, Mr. Crabtree," said the Antiquary, pushing resolutely onward. "Mr.
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