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Updated: June 5, 2025
"Vina said dis mornin' she 'lowed to go up to yo' house to do some washin' for de missus; an' yer can ax her, sah, an' she'll tell yer dat all I'se been a-sayin' is de libbin' truf."
The two things what men folks think the mos' of is the gal's outsides an' they own insides. The gal's outsides is goin' to change an' fade; but ef she's got sense 'nuf ter keep on a caterin' ter his insides, the man ain't a gwine ter notice the change. Ain't that the truf?" she asked Edwin as he came into the kitchen hunting his Molly. "You know best, Aunt Mary.
"But you can't do dat," said Grandison, "if you let dis thing an' dat thing come in ter hinder ye. Now dat's jes' wot we's been disputin' 'bout, Mahs'r Morris. I 'clared dat we oughter stick ter de truf widout lookin' to de right or de lef'; but Brudder 'Bijah, his min' wasn't quite made up on de subjick. Now, wot you say, Mahs'r Morris?" "I say stick to the truth, of course," said Mr.
'I bus' from de cage at half pas' free o'clock dis ebenin'. 'An' is you reely a grizzly bar? 'Dat's de truf, said de triflin' mule, 'an' I's pow'ful hungry, an' if you don' go git me a feed o' corn I'll swaller you down whole. An' he begun to roar as like a grizzly bar as he knew how. 'Dat all de truf, you tellin' me? de cullud man, Harris, ask.
"Wish I may die, sah, ef it ain't de honest truf; an' de fus' time dat ebber I set eyes on Vina war in a slabe-pen in New Orleans eight years ago, when we war sold to de same marster. Ef Massa John Brown war libbin' he could prove it to yer; but dar ain't no udder libbin' human 'cept de slabe-driber and he war blowed up on his nex' trip up de ribber dat knows anyting about it."
Dat's de truf, Dandy." "Be careful then, and don't speak so loud." "But where you gwine?" demanded Cyd. "I'm going into the swamp, and shall stay there till master thinks we are all dead. Then I'm going to run down to the sea, and get on board of some vessel that will carry us to the free states."
I near 'bout forgit all de songs us used to sing. Dey was all in French anyway, an' when you don' speak no French for 'bout 60 years, you jus' forgit it. "I'se knowed slaves to run away, an' I'se seen 'em whupped. I seen good marsters an' mean ones. Dey was good slaves an' mean ones. But to tell de truf, if dey tol' a slave to do anything, den he jus' better do it.
I done tol' him you warn't out o' bed yit, but he said he'd wait. I got him shet outside, but I can't fool him no mo'. What'll I do now?" "Well, what do you think he wants, then?" Harry burst out impatiently. "Well," said Todd "ef I was to tell ye God's truf', I reckon he wants money.
"Tell the truth and they will in all cases; but should you deceive once, you will always be suspected afterward." "Dat's it," commenced the negro, spreading out his broad hand like an orator to illustrate the point. "If I tells de truf dey're sure to t'ink I's lyin', and what's de use?"
Instantly Amos Radbury's face flushed, and he sprang to his feet. "Stiger, you are falsifying! I do not believe you!" he exclaimed. "It's de truf." "It is not. You have either hidden the papers or else given them to somebody." At this the half-breed shrugged his shoulders again. "You cannot deceive me longer," went on the settler. "By and by you will want food and more water.
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