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Updated: June 7, 2025
"Look here, massa, you no see it now, or neber anybody else till moder get it." "Well, then, away you go, my boy, and a dollar shall be yours when you come back," said Mr Pemberton. "Ki! dat's good," exclaimed Quashie, eager to be off.
"Ef Golah see de moder ob de piccaninny gib dat lad one lilly fig, one drop ob drink, he kill um, sartin-sure. I see, one, two, seb'ral more see. Golah no fool. Bom-bye he see too, and kill um bof, de lad an' de piccaninny moder." Harry promised to warn his companion of the danger, and save him before the suspicions of Golah should be aroused. "No good, no good," said the Krooman.
"Pedro, non! Ma moder she nam' Moon Eye, an' ma fader she Cross-Cut Lajune. Derefor', A'm Batiste Xavier Jean Jacques de Beaumont Lajune." The bottle thumped upon the table top. "What the hell is that, a name or a song?" "Me, das ma nam' A'm call Batiste Xavier Jean " "Hold on there!
You are both useful citizens and supporters ob de gospel, and I'm concerned fer your welfare, bodily as well as sperital." "Aun' Sheba," said her daughter, "you'se my moder an' I ought ter be de fust one ter help ease you up. I just dun declar dat you'se got ter take Vilet ter help you up. I kin spar her, an' I will spar her.
"What a bootiful bufferfly you is, to be sure! up on sitch a place too, wid nuffin' to eat 'cept Krakatoa dust. I wonder what your moder would say if she know'd you was here. You should be ashamed ob yourself!" "Hallo! Moses, what are you talking to over there?" "Nuffin', Massa Nadgel. I was on'y habin' a brief conv'sation wid a member ob de insect wurld in commemoration ob de purfesser.
Now you mustn't take it unkindly if I remind you that as we don't know you, we must go a little slow. You may be all right, of course, and we'll hope that you are; but to take it for granted isn't business. You understand that. I'm obliged to ask you a few questions; just answer up fair and square, and don't be afraid. Where do you live, when you are at home?" "In the land of Moder, fair sir."
Can you say the fifth commandment, chile?" Vilet repeated it promptly. "Dat's right. Now your fader an' moder are honahing dar moder, an' you are goin' to hab a chance ter honah dem an' your granma, too. You will hab temptations in de streets ter be pert an' idle, ter stop an' talk to dis one and ter answer back to dat one in a way you shouldn't.
"'We'm all rebels to de bressed God. His Grace alone can sab us, said my wife, and she sung from dat good hymn "'Tis God alone can gib De bliss for which we sigh. "'Susan Matildar, bring your Bible and read some. While she said dis, de poor young man's eyes got full ob tears. "'Oh, my poor moder! how she used to read to me from dat book, and how I've neglected it, said he.
"Beats the deuce, though, how things work out, don't it?" "I'm glad for see dis day," said the Frenchman. "He's good man, an' he ain' never goin' to hurt her none." He paused. "Dere's jus' wan t'ing I want for ask it of you, John you 'member dat day we stop on de birch grove, an' you spik 'bout her an' tol' me dose story 'bout her moder?
"Good to have moder" said Nick, kindly. "Wyandotté got no squaw wife dead, moder dead, sister dead all gone to land of spirits bye'm-by, chief follow. No one throw stone on his grave! Been on death-path long ago, but cap'in's squaw say 'stop, Nick; little too soon, now; take medicine, and get well. Squaw made to do good. Chief alway like 'e squaw, when his mind not wild with war."
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