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Updated: June 9, 2025
"I didn' spec nothin' out of freedom 'ceptin' peace an' happiness an' the right to go my way as I pleased. I prays to the Lord for us to be free, always. "That's the way God Almighty wants it." Henri Necaise, Ex-Slave, Pearl River County FEC Mrs. C.E. Wells Rewrite, Pauline Loveless Edited, Clara E. Stokes HENRI NECAISE Nicholson, Mississippi
She ain't like none of either of our families I've ever heard of 'ceptin' it might be her Aunt Hester but SHE died long before I was born. I've only heard mother tell about her. She was a awful pretty girl. Mother said she had that kind of lily-white complexion and long slender fingers that was so supple she could curl 'em back like they was double-jointed.
Now, I'll take ole Tom Perkins' word agin anybody's 'ceptin' when hit comes to a hoss trade ur a piece o' land. Fer in the tricks o' sech, ole Tom 'lows well, hit's diff'ent; an' I reckon, stranger, as how hit sorter is.
She'd a been more likely to a tuk the old critter to thar camp seein' he war left behind wi' nobody to own him. Tho' he wan't worth more'n what the skin 'ud fetch, he'd adone for them ar Injuns well enuf, for carryin' thar traps an' things. No, 'twan't her, nor anybody else 'ceptin' Holt hisself he did it?" "If that be so, comrade, there is still hope for us.
"Nuthin' crazy thar 'ceptin' you-uns! one fool gal that's all!" said her grandmother, with her knitting-needles and her spectacles glittering in the firelight. "That is a pest camp. Ye mought hev cotch the smallpox. I be lookm' fur ye ter break out with it any day.
Why didn't she hev sense enough to let the heel go under, too. She could hev dragged it out in two seconds an' no harm done 'ceptin', perhaps, a little more yellin' on the part of A-killus." "I've always thought Paul hez got mixed 'bout that Paris story," said Tom Ross.
There'll be beautiful places, with flowers bloomin' in 'em, 'nd birds 'nd brooks mebbe, like those in the stories you tell us, and lots of singin' like we have; and the peoples are good to each other, like our children, 'ceptin' Jimmy Battles, 'nd they'll do each other's work, 'nd wait on the angels, 'nd run errants for God, I s'pose and everybody'll wear clean white aprons like in the picture-books; but I sha'n't like it much 'thout you git there pretty quick, Miss Kate; but I ain't goin' to cry!"
Yes, he remembered now; too well; then he turned to the child and spoke: "Tell me about it. Won't you?" She nodded, wriggled from her chair, and stood beside the table. "Oh, it was a long time ago a month, maybe an' they came after our horses. Mamma an' me were all by ourselves 'ceptin' Uncle Billy and Sally Ann. An' we were dreadful scared an' we hid in the ice house." She paused.
"Never was better, 'ceptin' for his rheumatism and asphmy," was the answer, but the good woman was not to be turned aside that way. "And a cady," she cried, for her eyes had caught Tim's hat and the silly yellow overcoat on the chair where I had thrown them. "A cady, too! Now just put it on and let me see how you look." Tim obeyed. Mrs. Bolum stepped hack to get a better effect.
"An' she uster pull my hair, too, an' Lennie's, an' we stole her scissors an' cut it off awful short. But it didn't do no good, 'cause she uster whack us over the heads with her walkin'-stick." "Well, there ain't nobody goin' to whack any o' yous any more," said big Jake Sawyer grimly. "'Ceptin' it's me, when you're bad," he added warningly.
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