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"No, sah, I don' know as I could 'scribe 'im perzacly; but I'd know 'im, no matter where I sot eyes on 'im, and I know'd 'im the nex' time I see 'im. Well, sah, dat aft'noon, mars'r Mainwaring an' de folks had gone out ridin', an' I was roun' kind o' permiscuous like, an' I see anoder kerridge way down de av'nue by de front gate, an' I waited, 'spectin' maybe I'd see dat man again.
My overseer, his assistant, and two mechanics, went over to see the fight yesterday afternoon, and they have not yet returned." "Dar dey is, Mars'r Cun'l!" shouted Cuffy, pointing to the Harrison road, down which three mounted riflemen were riding. "I am glad to see them," added the planter, as the men came up the hill.
Folks say en de quarters dat ar spook ain' arter us." "Who the devil is hit arter then?" was the angry response. "How we know, mars'r? We neber try ter kill enybody." "But I tell you I didn't kill him," expostulated their nervous victim. "Didn't name no names, Marse Perkins. I on'y knows w'at I yeared folks tell 'bout spooks. Dey's mighty cur'us, spooks is.
"Yes, sah; an' de coachman he came out an' I ax 'im whar de young man was gwine dat ahly, an' he say mars'r Mainwaring ben killed, an' mars'r Walter had to go to town as fas' as his hoss cud take 'im." "Do you know when he returned?" "He came back, sah, befo' berry long, an' den he went away agin and didn't come back till mos' noon."
You would not have dared to come into the stable if you had supposed the robbers were here." "We was gwine to run away on de hosses," added a very black fellow. "Don't know who shut de big doors, Mars'r, if de robbers don't do it," said another, who was evidently a field-hand.
"Who shut the big doors, Mars'r Warren?" asked Phil, who appeared to be an upper servant of some kind. "What are you going to do with the horses, Phil?" exclaimed the planter's son angrily. "I thought the robbers had got into the stable, and I wanted to save the horses," replied the servant, breaking down at the tone of the master's son. "You are lying, Phil!
Git 'long, you Bill, none o'yer lazy carlicues, case don't yer mind thar's Mars'r Arthur on the v'randy, squinting to see if I's fotched 'em," and removing his old straw hat, Tom swung it three times around his head, that being the signal he was to give if Edith were in the carriage. With an increased flush upon his brow, Arthur St.
O, O, Stephen, Stephen, Fur to see; Stephen, Stephen, get along up Calvary!" I learned from this person two mortifying facts, that I was farther from Washington than at the beginning of my journey, and that the morrow was Sunday. War, alas! knows no Sabbaths, and the negro said, apologetically "I was a seyin' some ole hymns, young Mars'r.
"Ain' he in de gyardin?" "No, he ain'. Does you KNOW whar he is? Bettah tell me de truf. Mout sabe you a heap ob trouble." "Des you min' yo' business, en doan cum trapesin' yere 'bout Chunk. You talks ez ef you own 'im." "Ole mars'r tinks he own 'im, en he des a yellin' fer 'im. De oberseer hollerin', too, en de lil niggahs runnin' yere, dar, en yander lookin' fer 'im. Yere one ob um now."
His snow-white hair and bent form gave him a venerable appearance; but he was still active, and the shrewd old face showed both humor and pathos as he proceeded with his story. He had been a slave in his younger days, and still designated his late employer by the old term "mars'r." He was a well-known character to many present, including Dr.
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