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“High!” said Sam, opening his eves. “How you know dat?” “Heard her say so, my own self, dis blessed mornin’, when I bring in Mas’r’s shaving-water. She sent me to see why ‘Lizy didn’t come to dress her; and when I telled her she was off, she jest ris up, and ses she, ‘The Lord be praised;’ and Mas’r, he seemed rael mad, and ses he, ‘Wife, you talk like a fool.’ But Lor! she’ll bring him to! I knows well enough how that’ll be,- it’s allers best to stand Missis’ side the fence, now I tell yer.” Black Sam, upon this, scratched his woolly pate, which, if it did not contain very profound wisdom, still contained a great deal of a particular species much in demand among politicians of all complexions and countries, and vulgarly denomi- nated “knowing which side the bread is buttered;” so, stopping with grave consid- eration, he again gave a hitch to his pantaloons, regularly organized method of assisting his mental perplexities. “Der an’t no sayin’- never-‘bout no kind o’ thing in dis yer world,” he said at last. Sam spoke like a philosopher, emphasizing this-as if he had had a large expe- rience in different sorts of worlds, and therefore had come to his conclusions ad- visedly. “Now, sartin I’d a-said that Missis would a-scoured the ‘varsal world after ‘Lizy,” added Sam, thoughtfully. |
