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“De Lord will pervide,” said Sam, rolling up his eyes piously. “As I’ve been a- sayin’, dis yer’s a providence and no mistake, as Missis has allers been a-instruc- tin’ on us. Thar’s allers instruments ris up to do de Lord’s will. Now, if ‘t hadn’t been for me to-day, she’d a been took a dozen times. Warn’t it I started off de hos- ses, dis yer mornin’, and kept ‘em chasin’ till nigh dinner time? And didn’t I car’ Mas’r Haley nigh five miles out of de road, dis evening, or else he’d a come up with ‘Lizy as easy as a dog arter a coon. These yer’s all providences.” “They are a kind of providence that you’ll have to be pretty sparing of, Master Sam. I allow no such practices with gentlemen on my place,” said Mr. Shelby, with as much sternness as he could command, under the circumstances. Now, there is no more use in making believe be angry with a negro than with a child; both instinctively see the true state of the case, through all attempts to af- fect the contrary; and Sam was in no wise disheartened by this rebuke, though he assumed an air of doleful gravity, and stood with the corners of his mouth low- ered in most penitential style. “Mas’r’s quite right,- quite; it was ugly on me,- there’s no disputin’ that ar; and of course Mas’r and Missis wouldn’t encourage no such works. I’m sensible of dat ar; but a poor nigger like me’s mazin’ tempted to act ugly sometimes, when fellers will cut up such shines as that ar Mas’r Haley; he an’t no gen’l’man no way; anybody’s been raised as I’ve been can’t help a-seein’ dat ar.” |
