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“Poh!” said Haley,- and he said something else too, with regard to the said dogs, at which Sam muttered, “I don’t see no use cussin’ on ‘em, no way.” “But your master don’t keep no dogs (I pretty much know he don’t) for trackin’ out niggers.” Sam knew exactly what he meant, but he kept on a look of earnest and desper- ate simplicity. “Our dogs all smells round consid’able sharp. I spect they’s the kind, though they han’t never had no practice. They’s far dogs, though, at most anything, if you’d get ‘em started. Here, Bruno,” he called, whistling to the lumbering New- foundland, who came pitching tumultuously toward them. “You go hang!” said Haley, getting up. “Come, tumble up now.” Sam tumbled up accordingly, dexterously contriving to tickle Andy as he did so, which occasioned Andy to split out into a laugh, greatly to Haley’s indigna- tion, who made a cut at him with his riding-whip. “I’s ‘stonished at yer, Andy,” said Sam, with awful gravity. “This yer’s a seris business, Andy. Yer mustn’t be a-makin’ game. This yer an’t no way to help Mas’r.” “I shall take the straight road to the river,” said Haley, decidedly, after they had come to the boundaries of the estate. “I know the way of all of ‘em,- they makes tracks for the underground.” |
