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"Oh, mine Gott, Oh, mine Gott," she cried, "I can do not von more stroke if ve all die." In a moment her son had his arms around her neck, and said: "Oh, moder, don't cry, don't cry. Mr. Fleet said God would surely help us in time of trouble if we would only ask Him." "I've ask Him, and ask Him, but der help don't come. I can do no more;" and a tempest of despairing sobs shook her gaunt frame.
Her moder used ter be mighty keerful on her, but 'twan't nothin' 'pared ter Mas'r Graham's goin's on." Jinny had never heard of Baron Munchausen, but her accounts of foreign experiences and scenes were much after the type of that famous raconteur; and by each repetition her stories seemed to make a portentous growth. There was, however, a residuum of truth in all her marvels.
"And you think I am safe for this night, at least?" "Too much rum. If Lily like June, might do much for her people." "I am like you, June, if a wish to serve my countrymen can make a resemblance with one as courageous as yourself." "No, no, no!" muttered June in a low voice; "no got heart, and June no let you, if had. June's moder prisoner once, and warriors got drunk; moder tomahawked 'em all.
But de part you doesn't know is de part mos' wuth knowin'. No woman eber had sich a husban' as Mas'r Graham, an' no chile sich a moder. 'Clar' ter grashus ef I b'lieve he's ebber slep' a wink wid his watchin' an' a-tinkin' what he could do fer you." "But, Jinny, I'm not ill; I never felt stronger in my life." "Laws, Missy Grace, dar's been a mirackle.
'You'se hit de nail squar on de head. Own up, now, moder, dat you'se neber been preached at mo' convincin'. Hi! wot a book dat Bible am! It's got a word in season fer ebry 'casion."
"Madam," answered the gallant Winklemann, with a perplexed look, "you is vere goot, bot de gale vill be rise qvickly, an' I dares not leaf mine moder vidout protection." "Oh! but just stay for an hour or two," entreated Mrs Cockran, "and show the people how to go on with the stage. Perhaps my husband may return sooner than we expect.
"An' ma mere my moder, ole Liz Rollin, an' ole Daddy, has you hear of dem?" demanded Rollin. At the mention of old Liz the man's face became grave.
What the tiger thought at that critical and crucial moment we cannot tell, but the professor's thoughts were swift, varied, tremendous almost sublime, and once or twice even ridiculous! "Vat shall I do? Deaf stares me in zee face! No veapons! only a net, ant he is not a bootterfly! Science, adieu! Home of my chilthood, farevell! My moder Hah! zee fusees!"
Ob all de niggers on 'art' I's de meekest, quietest jest like a babby; why, my moder always said so, an' surely she ought to know!" "No doubt she knew, whatever she said," observed Hockins, with a laugh. "We will be careful," said Mark. "But are your people, then, so particular, that we should require this caution?"
"Land of Moder. I don't remember hearing of it before. Parents living?" "As to that, I know not if they be yet on live, sith it is many years that I have lain shut up in the castle." "Your name, please?" "I hight the Demoiselle Alisande la Carteloise, an it please you." "Do you know anybody here who can identify you?" "That were not likely, fair lord, I being come hither now for the first time."
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