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“So she would,” said Andy; “but can’t ye see through a ladder, ye black nig- ger? Missis don’t want dis yer Mas’r Haley to get ‘Lizy’s boy; dat’s de go!” “High!” said Sam, with an indescribable intonation, known only to those who have heard it among the negroes. “And I’ll tell yer more’n all,” said Andy; “I specs you’d better be making tracks for dem hosses,- mighty sudden, too,- for I hearn Missis ‘quirin arter yer,- so you’ve stood foolin’ long enough.” Sam, upon this, began to bestir himself in real earnest, and after a while ap- peared, bearing down gloriously towards the house, with Bill and Jerry in a full canter, and adroitly throwing himself off before they had any idea of stopping, he brought them up alongside of the horse-post like a tornado. Haley’s horse, which was a skittish young colt, winced, and bounced, and pulled hard at his halter. “Ho, ho!” said Sam, “skeery, ar ye?” and his black visage lighted up with a cu- rious, mischievous gleam. “I’ll fix ye now!” said he. There was a large beech-tree overshadowing the place, and the small, sharp, triangular beech-nuts lay scattered thickly on the ground. With one of these in his fingers, Sam approached the colt, stroked and patted, and seemed apparently busy in soothing his agitation. On pretence of adjusting the saddle, he adroitly slipped under it the sharp little nut, in such a manner that the least weight brought upon the saddle would annoy the nervous sensibilities of the animal, without leaving any perceptible graze or wound. |
