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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Dey wuz a sight er niggers in de naberhood er de vimya'd. Dere wuz ole Mars Henry Brayboy's niggers, en ole Mars Jeems McLean's niggers, en Mars Dugal's own niggers; den dey wuz a settlement er free niggers en po' buckrahs down by de Wim'l'ton Road, en Mars Dugal' had de only vimya'd in de naberhood.
Yuh're gonna tell the Boss what he wants to know an' yuh're gonna spill it quick, see? I know some ways of making guys squeal " At that suggestion Val's fingers tightened on his club and Ricky choked back a cry as her brother crept toward the corner of the cabin. Their melodrama was fast taking on the color of tragedy. "So yuh better speak up." Red was still encouraging Jeems.
We'll have to keep your husband locked up for a few days, but he won't be harmed." The woman made no reply. Fay looked at her sharply again, and passed out. "Jeems," he directed that individual at the mouth of the shaft, "go get your grub. Send the kid to bed right off, and then you and Bert come down here and we'll fix up these prairie dogs of ours down the hole."
The Squire replaced them in some confusion, gave the top of his head another twist, and felt of his glass eye, while poor Shocky stared in wonder, and Betsey Short rolled from side to side in the effort to suppress her giggle. Mrs. Means and the other old ladies looked the applause they could not speak. "I app'int Larkin Lanham and Jeems Buchanan fer captings," said the Squire.
So she 'clared she wuz n' gwine ter hab nuffin mo' ter do wid young Mars Jeems.
"'Oh! but you is a monst'us good oberseah; you is de bes' oberseah in dis county, Mistah Johnson, sez Mars Jeems, w'en de oberseah got th'oo wid his tale; 'en dey ain' nebber be'n no nigger-breaker lack you roun' heah befo'. En you desarbes great credit fer sendin' dat nigger 'way befo' you sp'ilt 'im fer de market.
He himself had no belief in his client's story and merely bled him for small sums each month without ever really looking into the matter." "Gran'pappy said he was tryin' to git his rights," broke in Jeems. "He nevah tol' mah pappy what he knowed. An' he wouldn't let anyone see into that chest he kep' it undah his bed.
And then she said: "You may keep it always if you want to, Jeems, for I cut it from my head when I left you in the room below, and when you almost believed I had killed Kedsty. It was this " She gave him another packet, and her lips tightened a little as Kent unwrapped it, and another tress of hair shimmered in the lamp glow. "That was father Donald's," she whispered.
This valley of "Jeems River," and the three other valleys which radiate like the four fingers of an open hand, and send their waters down into the great conduit of Chesapeake Bay, which is the palm to these four fingers, are in this very month of April, when I write, to become the great battle-field of the continent.
He has not put a foot on the stair. That is the dead-line. And I know you are wondering. You are asking yourself a great many questions a bon droit, M'sieu Jeems. You are burning up with them. I can see it. And I " There was something suddenly pathetic about her, as she sank into the big-armed, upholstered chair which had been Kedsty's favorite reading chair.
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