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And there, master, right afore my own looking eyes, me and the baby was traded off to the captain! It was no use for me to 'splain or 'spostulate. I wasn't b'lieved. The willain as had stole me got back into the boat and went ashore, and I saw him get into the shay and drive away.
There is another negro in the boat. Will you let him step aboard, captain? He may join." A man was sent to take his place. Presently he arrived, and I gave him a cup of punch. "'Splain the business to him, sir," said the captain, filling his pannikin; "his name's Billy Pitt." I did so; and when I told him that Washington Cromwell had offered, he instantly said, "All right, massa, I'll be ob yah."
"Mars Johnson did n' quite un'erstan' w'y Mars Jeems sh'd make sich a great 'miration 'bout de noo nigger, but co'se he want' ter please de gent'eman w'at hi'ed 'im, en so he 'splain' all 'bout how many times he had ter cowhide de noo nigger, en how he made 'im do tasks twicet ez big ez some er de yuther han's, en how he 'd chain 'im up in de ba'n at night en feed 'im on co'n-bread en water.
Kin you splain dat, Mars Will'm?" "Don't you think I know a general when I see one?" exclaimed the boy scornfully. "He had yellow and gilt on his sleeves, and he carried a sabre, and he rode first of all. And oh, Mose! He's coming here to pay me a visit! Perhaps he'll come to-night; he said he would if he could." "Dat gin'ral 'low he gwine come here?" muttered the darky.
Buford. He turned down the collar of his coat which he had had closely up about his face and said: "Well, well, Sis' Callender, you sut'ny have spoiled us all." "La, Brothah Buford, come in hyeah an' set down. Whaih you been?" "I been hidin' fu' feah of that testimony you give in the court room. What did you do that fu'?" "La, me, I didn't know, you didn't 'splain to me in de fust."
"Nothin', only dat's de way I'se gwine to 'splain my plan, I'se dun begun way back whar I'se dun been thinkin', an' I'se gwine to tell all 'bout dat fust. Den you'll understan' de whys and wharfores. You mus'n't hurry me, Mas' Tom, dat's all." "All right, tell it your own way, Joe," said Tom, laughing. "No, I'se gwine to tell it Mas' Sam's way.
One he recited in meeting twice before I had an opportunity of correcting him, and that was, "Adam called his wife's name Eve because she was the mother of all evil." As Uncle Dodson often wished me to read a chapter in their chapel meetings "an 'splain it to us," I took occasion to read the third chapter of Genesis, and when I read,
With this veiled threat she left us. We snuggled our little bodies together. We were cold. "I'll write to father myself, tomorrow, an' 'splain everything," I announced. "D' you know," mused Angel, "I b'lieve I'll be a pirate, 'stead of a civil engineer like father. I b'lieve there's more in it." "I'll be an engineer just the same," said I.
"Yes, no," exclaimed Mr Mason. "Come, Poopy, don't be stupid, explain yourself." "Hee! hee! hee! yes, ho! ho!" laughed Poopy, as if the idea of explaining herself was about the richest joke she had listened to since she was born. "Hee! hee! me no can 'splain, but you com here and see."
"Spose 'im hab been jest dat way," assented Snowball. "But wha' matter 'bout dat? De whale have been kill all de same." "What matter? Everything do it matter." "'Splain, Massa Brace!"
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