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every conceivable mathematical figure, chicken wings, gizzards, and drumsticks, all appeared in picturesque confusion; and Sam, as monarch of all he surveyed, sat with his palm-leaf cocked rejoicingly to one side, and patronizing Andy at his right hand. The kitchen was full of all his compeers, who had hurried and crowded in, from the various cabins, to hear the termination of the day’s exploits. Now was Sam’s hour of glory. The story of the day was rehearsed, with all kinds of orna- ment and varnishing which might be necessary to heighten its effect; for Sam, like some of our fashionable dilettanti, never allowed a story to lose any of its gilding by passing through his hands. Roars of laughter attended the narration, and were taken up and prolonged by all the smaller fry, who were lying, in any quantity, about on the floor, or perched in every corner. In the height of the uproar and laughter, Sam, however, preserved an immovable gravity, only from time to time rolling his eyes up, and giving his auditors divers inexpressibly droll glances, without departing from the sententious elevation of his oratory. “Yer see, fellow-countrymen,” said Sam, elevating a turkey’s leg, with energy, “yer see now, what dis yer chile’s up ter, for ‘fendin’ yer all,- yes, all on yer. For him as tries to get one o’ our people, is as good as tryin’ to get all; yer see the principle’s de same,- dat ar’s clar. And any one’o these yer drivers that comes smelling round arter any our people, why, he’s got me in his way; I’m the feller he’s got to set in with,- I’m the feller for yer all to come to, bredren,- I’ll stand up for yer rights,- I’ll ‘fend ‘em to the last breath!” |
