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times put largely into Tom’s. Long after dusk, the whole weary train, with their baskets on their heads, defiled up to the building appropriated to the storing and weighing the cotton. Legree was there, busily conversing with the two drivers. “Dat ar Tom’s gwine to make a powerful deal o’ trouble; kept a-puttin’ into Lucy’s basket.- One o’ these yer dat will get all der niggers to feelin’ ‘bused, if Mas’r don’t watch him!” said Sambo. “Hey-dey! The black cuss!” said Legree. “He’ll have to get a breakin’ in, won’t he, boys?” Both negroes grinned a horrid grin, at this intimation. “Ay, ay! let Mas’r Legree alone, for breakin’ in! De debil heself couldn’t beat Mas’r at dat!” said Quimbo. “Wal, boys, the best way is to give him the flogging to do, till he gets over his notions. Break him in!” “Lord, Mas’r ‘ll have hard work to get dat out o’ him!” “It’ll have to come out of him, though!” said Legree, as he rolled his tobacco in his mouth. “Now, dar’s Lucy,- de aggravatinest, ugliest wench on de place!” pursued Sambo. “Take care, Sam; I shall begin to think what’s the reason for your spite agin Lucy.” |
