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"A 'little Fraid," interrupted Diddie, contemptuously. "Why, Mammy, there's no such a thing as a 'Fraid." "Lord, Miss Diddie, 'deed dey is," said Dilsey, with her round eyes stretched to their utmost; "I done seed 'em myse'f, an' our Clubfoot Bill he was er gwine 'long one time " "Look er hyear, yer kinky-head nigger, whar's yer manners?" asked Mammy, "'ruptin' uv eld'ly pussons.
Have you any baggage?" he asked of Berry, "Baggage? Dat I hab a whole handkercher full o' clean clo'es jest ez soon ez dey's been washed, yer know. Yah, yah!" "Where are you going?" "Whar's I gwine? Gwine West, ter grow up wid de kentry, Marse Hesden." "There, there, take your bundle and come along." "All right, Marse Hesden. Jest ez soon wuk fer you ez ennybody.
"Square things up, is it?" cried Blodgett. "The dirty villain would have us hanged at the nearest gallows for all his buttery words." "Exactly!" Roger threw back his head. "And when we get to Salem, I can promise you there's no man here but will be better off for doing as he's done so far." "But whar's all dat money gone?" the cook demanded unexpectedly. "I don't know," said Roger. "What!
If thar's a thousand Injuns, or the half of 'em, thar's meat for all of you. Whar's Ikey Jones, the fifer? Let's have Yankee-Doodle and the Rogue's March for, by the etarnal Old Scratch, all them white men that ar'n't a-horse-back in twenty-five minutes, are rogues worse than red Injuns! Hurrah for Kentucky!"
"Don't you?" exclaimed Frank, flaming up and struggling with the man who held him back; while the would-be murderer, drawing another knife from his belt, stood apparently at bay waiting for him to come on. "Hillo! what's all this yere muss about?" called out Mr Lathrope, appearing on the poop at this juncture; "whar's everybody!" "Here, help!" said Frank.
"But whar's Ole Miles?" repeated Aunt Matilda. "He's a-doin' jobs up aroun' de mines," said Uncle Braddock. "De las' time I see him he was a-whitewashin' a fence." "Well, I wants to see Ole Miles," said Aunt Matilda. "I wants him to carry a letter fur me."
But one day that she wanted her young mistress, and abruptly put her head into the parlour, asking, in a strong tone, 'Whar's Linda? Tell her the men that's settin' the fall wheat'll be 'long in no time for dinner, Mr. Wynn could have turned her away on the spot.
"Verdic'? Why, fellers," retorted Jim's advocate, "whar's the use of a fool verdic'? 'Sposin' we fellers was goin' to be verdicked? This is a time for us fellers to stan' together, shua'. I'll tell you what le's do; le's all slip off inter th' brush, cotch our hosses an' pull our freight fer home.
"Thar, cunnel," said he, "thar's the beast; take it; and just tell me whar's the one you mean to lend me, for I must be oft afore sunset." "And whar are you going?" demanded Bruce. "To St. Asaphis," which was a Station some twenty or thirty miles off, replied Captain Stackpole.
"Whar's June?" he cried, and June heard him, and loosening herself from Loretta, she ran round the horse and had Bub in her arms. Then she looked up into the eyes of her step-mother.
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