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“What we’s to do for cheers, now, I declar’ I don’t know,” said Aunt Chloe. As the meeting had been held at Uncle Tom’s, weekly, for an indefinite length of time, without any more “cheers,” there seemed some encouragement to hope that a way would be discovered at present. “Old Uncle Peter sung both de legs out of dat oldest cheer, last week,” sug- gested Mose. “You go ‘long! I’ll boun’ you pulled ‘em out; some o’ your shines,” said Aunt Chloe. “Well, it’ll stand, if it only keeps jam up agin de wall!” said Mose. “Den Uncle Peter mus’n’t sit in it, cause he al’ays hitches when he gets a-sing- ing. He hitched pretty nigh across the room, t’other night,” said Pete. “Good Lor! get him in it, then,” said Mose, “and den he’d begin, ‘Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell,’ and den down he’d go,”- and Mose imitated pre- cisely the nasal tones of the old man, tumbling on the floor, to illustrate the sup- posed catastrophe. “Come now, be decent, can’t ye?” said Aunt Chloe; “an’t yer ‘shamed?” Mas’r George, however, joined the offender in the laugh, and declared decid- edly that Mose was a “buster.” So the maternal admonition seemed rather to fail of effect. “Well, ole man,” said Aunt Chloe, “you’ll have to tote in them ar bar’ls.” |
