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why he an’t persistent,- hand me dat ar bit o’ corn-cake, Andy. But let’s look inter it. I hope the gen’lmen and der fair sex will scuse my usin’ an or’nary sort o’ ‘parison. Here! I’m a-tryin’ to get top o’ der hay. Wal, I puts up my larder dis yer side; ‘tan’t no go;- den, cause I don’t try dere no more, but puts my larder right de contrar side, an’t I persistent? I’m persistent in wantin’ to get up which ary side my larder is; don’t you see, all on yer?” “It’s the only thing ye ever was persistent in, Lord knows!” muttered Aunt Chloe, who was getting rather restive; the merriment of the evening being to her somewhat after the Scripture comparison,- like “vinegar upon nitre.” “Yes, indeed!” said Sam, rising, full of supper and glory, for a closing effort. “Yes, my feller-citizens and ladies of de other sex in general, I has principles,- I’m proud to oon ‘em,- they’s perquisite to dese yer times, and ter all times. I has principles, and I sticks to ‘em like forty,- jest anything that I thinks is principle, I goes in to’t;- I wouldn’t mind if dey burnt me ‘live,- I’d walk right up to de stake, I would, and say, here I comes to shed my last blood fur my principles, fur my country, fur der gen’l interests of s’ciety.” “Well,” said Aunt Chloe, “one o’ yer principles will have to be to get to bed some time to-night, and not be a keepin’ everybody up till mornin’; now, every one of you young uns that don’t want to be cracked, had better be scase, mighty sudden.” “Niggers! all on yer,” said Sam, waving his palm-leaf with benignity, “I give yer my blessin’; go to bed now and be good boys.” |
