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"But, Nimbus " said he, hesitatingly. "Yis, 'Liab, I hears ye." "Couldn't we hab a church here?" "Now yer's talkin'," exclaimed Nimbus. "Swar ter God, it's quare I nebber tink ob dat, now. An' you de minister? Now yer is talkin', shuah! Why de debble I nebber tink ob dat afo'? Yer see dem big pines dar, straight ez a arrer an' nigh 'bout de same size from top ter bottom?
"Sart'in berry good grandfader, too, Masser Mile. Ole Pomp a won'erful black!" "Oh! I say nothing touching the quality I dare say he was as good as another. Well, I think that I have heard old Pompey's grandfather was an imported Guinea, and that he was purchased by my great-grandfather about the year 1700." "Dat just as good as gospel! Who want to make up lie about poor debble of nigger?
Him run longa gully, catch up horse by ole man blackbutt, ride longa gorge same debble chase him, reported the half-caste. 'Right, right! Yarra plurry fine feller! said Ryder. 'Now we go up over small spur, down by gorge, sit down little stone cave near big splash. Pretty quick you come back, catch Wallaroo, lead him down to the gorge along down the creek.
Dat mus' be de church, Berry. Den I members 'bout de Ku Kluckers, an' I sez ter myself agin, sez I, 'Berry, dem rascals hez come ter Red Wing an' is raisin' de debble dar now, jes dere own way. Den I runs de mule and de carryall inter de woods, 'bout a mile down de road, an' I takes out Bre'er 'Liab's gun, dat I'd borrered fer company, yer know, an' hed got some cattridges fer, ober at Lewyburg, an' I comes on ter take a han' in ef dar wa'n't no danger, yer know, honey.
He sho' told dat black debble 'bout what he thought ob him, but he didn't nebber once call him Hawley no, sah, not once; he done call him Bartlett, or somet'ing or odder like dat. But he sutt'nly read dat man's pedigree from way back to de time ob de flood, I reck'n. An' he done swore he'd fight for whatebber it was, papers or no papers.
Clinging to Pomp with one hand, he drew a stout string from his pocket with the other, and secured the hands of the little contraband, notwithstanding his efforts to escape. "Le' me go, you debble," he said, using a word which had grown familiar to him on the plantation. There was a cruel light in John's eyes which augured little good to poor Pomp.
He drew a black bottle down the counter, and, laying half his length upon the damp board, continued: "As a p'inciple I discredits de imbimin' of awjus liquors. De imbimin' of awjus liquors, de wiolution of de Sabbaf, de playin' of de fiddle, and de usin' of by-words, dey is de fo' sins of de conscience; an' if any man sin de fo' sins of de conscience, de debble done sharp his fork fo' dat man.
"She is quite exhausted," said the physician. "Sleep is a good remedy. When she wakes, give her a toddy with an egg in it, if she can take it. How did she get that bruise upon her forehead?" "She done got a lick there, suh. De po' lamb fell No, suh" the old woman's racial mutability swept her into a sudden flare of indignation "old Cindy ain't gwineter lie for dat debble. He done it, suh.
Yas, sah; he's whiskers was blowin' round, an' I could eben yeah him cussin' de hoss, when he done shy at a man what got up sudden like from a cart-wheel he was settin' on. I done took one look at dat secon' fellar, and seed it was dat black debble from down Carson way. Den I ducked inter de blacksmith shop out 'er sight.
"Big ugly debble!" muttered Pomp, watching the blood ooze from his finger. "What's the matter, Pomp?" "Old cat scratch me." "And what did you do to her, Pomp? I am afraid you deserved your scratch." "Didn't do noffin', Mass' Frank," said Pomp virtuously. "I don't think you always tell the truth, Pomp." "Can't help it, Mass' Frank. 'Spec' I've got a little debble inside of me."
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