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Updated: June 11, 2025
See Yup China boy, velly bad. I b'long Sam Yup. Savvy?! "Ah! the Tongs?" "Yas. I Sam Yup. Him," and he pointed to the "Bertha's" crew, "Sam Yup. All we Sam Yup; nisi him," and he waved a hand toward the beach-combers' camp; "him See Yup. Savvy?" "It's a Tong row," said Wilbur. "They're blood enemies, the See Yups and Sam Yups."
Den maybe men come down from mountain, or maybe men come in boat, and dey say, 'Who's all you people? Who you b'long to? Den dey say dey don' b'long nobody but demselves. Den, mos' like, de w'ite ones gets killed for dey clothes and dey money. And Cheditafa and me we gets tuck somew'ere to be slaves.
She sat quite still when they put her into a chair, but she did not remove her eyes from Mrs. Sparkes. "Who does she b'long to, anyhow?" asked Luce. Mrs. Sparkes lowered her voice as she answered: "She don't b'long to nobody, gals," she said. "It's thet little critter big Tom D'Willerby from Talbot's Cross-roads took to raise." "Ye don't say. Pore little thing," exclaimed the girls.
"An' an' de ol' Jedge, he nebber done set her free?" "No; nor the mother. I do not know why, only that it is a fact." "An' now she done b'long ter dis yere Massa Kirby?" "Yes, he won all the Beaucaire property, including the slaves, in a poker game on the river, the night Beaucaire died." "Ah done heered all 'bout dat, sah. An' yer nebber know'd dis yere girl afore et all?"
I can't stand anyone interferin' with them. If you kick my dorg, or go after my gin, then you rouse all the monkey in me. Those two do all my cattle work. Come here, Maggie," he called, and the slight "boy" walked over with a graceful, easy swing. "This is new feller?" he said, introducing Carew, who bowed gracefully. "He b'long Sydney. You think him plenty nice feller, eh?"
"I was born in Simpson County, near old Westville, on a big farm what b'long to Marse Jack Berry. I was 12 years old when de surrender come, so my ole Mis' say. Her name was 'Mis Ailsey an' all us cullud folks call her 'Ole Mi's. She an' Old Marster had twelve chillun: Marthy, 'Lizabeth, Flavilia, Mary, Jack, Bill, Denson, Pink, Tally, Thomas, Albert, and Frank.
Is I eber tol' you de tale er Sis' Becky en her pickaninny?" "No," I said, "let us hear it." I thought perhaps the story might interest my wife as much or more than the novel I had meant to read from. "Dis yer Becky," Julius began, "useter b'long ter ole Kunnel Pen'leton, who owned a plantation down on de Wim'l'ton Road, 'bout ten miles fum heah, des befo' you gits ter Black Swamp.
I have such a long story I don't know where to begin, and I won't begin anyway till we're through with this and until you have told me that you are not angry with me." "Ogu what place b'long you?" she went on with her catechism. But Ogu was a bushman, lacking knowledge of the almost universal beche-de- mer English, and half a dozen of his fellows wrangled to explain.
"What name you come along this fella place sun he go down?" "Me b'long Boucher. Too many boy belong along Port Adams stop along my fella marster. Too much walk about." The black drew a scrap of notepaper from under his belt and passed it over. Sheldon scanned it hurriedly. "It's from Boucher," he explained, "the fellow who took Packard's place.
The Chinese candle maker, who provided the Captain whenever he went on a pilgrimage to Antipolo, was saying as he sat fanning himself and wiggling his foot: "What for you b'long foolish? Thisee belong Mergin Antipolo. She can do muchy more: others, no can do. No b'long plopper say pidgin b'long other man."
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