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We got into that little town--I might jest as well call it Cottonville--jest about supper time. Cottonville is a little place of not more'n six hundred people. I guess four hundred of 'em must be niggers. After supper we got acquainted with purty nigh all the prominent citizens in town. They was friendly with us, and we was friendly with them. Georgia had jest went fur prohibition a few months before that, and they hadn't opened up these here near-beer bar-rooms in the little towns yet, like they had in Atlanta and the big towns. Georgia had went prohibition so the niggers couldn't get whiskey, some said; but others said they didn't know WHAT its excuse was. Them prominent citizens was loafing around the hotel and every now and then inviting each other very mysterious into a back room that use to be a pool parlour. They had been several jugs come to town by express that day. We went back several times ourselves, and soon began to get along purty well with them prominent citizens. Talking about this and that they finally edges around to the one thing everybody is sure to get to talking about sooner or later in the South-- niggers. And then they gets to telling us about this here Bishop Warren I has mentioned. He was a nigger bishop, Bishop Warren was, and had a good deal of white blood into him, they say. An ashy-coloured nigger, with bumps on his face, fat as a possum, and as cunning as a fox. He had plenty of brains into his head, too; but his brains had turned sour in his head the last few years, and the bishop had crazy streaks running through his sense now, like fat and lean mixed in a slab of bacon. He used to be friends with a lot of big white folks, and the whites depended on him at one time to preach orderliness and obedience and agriculture and being in their place to the niggers. Fur years they thought he preached that-a-way. He always DID preach that-a-way when any whites was around, and he set on platforms sometimes with white preachers, and he got good donations
fur schemes of different kinds. But gradual the suspicion got around that when he was alone with a lot of niggers his nigger blood would get the best of him, and what he preached wasn't white supremacy at all, but hopefulness of being equal. So the whites had fell away from him, and then his graft was gone, and then his brains turned sour in his head and got to working and fermenting in it like cider getting hard, and he made a few bad breaks by not being careful what he said before white people. But the niggers liked him all the better fur that. They always had been more or less hell in the bishop's heart. He had brains and he knowed it, and the white folks had let him see THEY knowed it, too. And he was part white, and his white forefathers had been big men in their day, and yet, in spite of all of that, he had to herd with niggers and to pertend he liked it. He was both white and black in his feelings about things, so some of his feelings counterdicted others, and one of these here race riots went on all the time in his own insides. But gradual he got to the place where they was spells he hated both whites and niggers, but he hated the whites the worst. And now, in the last two or three years, since his crazy streaks had growed as big as his sensible streaks, or bigger, they was no telling what he would preach to them niggers. But whatever he preached most of them would believe. It might be something crazy and harmless, or it might be crazy and harmful. He had been holding some revival meetings in nigger churches right there in that very county, and was at it not fur away from there right then. The idea had got around he was preaching some most unusual foolishness to the blacks. Fur the niggers was all acting like they knowed something too good to mention to the white folks, all about there. But some white men had gone to one of the meetings, and the bishop had preached one of his old-time sermons whilst they was there, telling the niggers to be orderly and agriculturous--he
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DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO
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"Daniel, Dunne and Company." Anybod
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fur all that style and fur York Sta
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So I went out and played in the fro
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"Where is he?" says she and Elmira,
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he kill himself?" they all asts to
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He allows she has told some of the
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and it was empty." Then they was a
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"Send fur Brother Cartwright! Send
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was stubborner than any mule he eve
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"I give in, gosh dern ye! I give in
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That had its handy sides to it, too
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always does go off when you is need
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the shop and he takes down a strap
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and he says: "Beneath a shady chest
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"But what have I got?" asts Hank. "
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to eat him up, and while they was e
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Do your eyes blur when you look at
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an 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' artist, Looe
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around the country with shows and e
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"Well," I says, "Hank sent me over
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"Well, all right, Jake," says I, "i
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time." "How you going to work it?"
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ain't natcheral he will pick corn s
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no show fur quite a while, we'd sta
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In her lap was a book she had been
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so bold as to of spoke first to a f
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mostly you married somebody, or was
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quiet kind of drunks on. Which Looe
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kind of aggervating at me and says
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a-way. And she would get her a whit
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to tell now." "It ain't that," she
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when I was a human, I wouldn't of c
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"Well," I says, "I will bring them
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"Well," he says, "they carried on t
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there, and was waiting fur to float
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asts the doctor. "I am going to be
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he will put in a creamatory, where
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what they said was a comic turn. Th
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But aside from them occasional mean
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"Where's the balloon?" asts the doc
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Balloon! Balloon!! Balloon!!! The m
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jest inside the tent with chains on
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feller yells out: "Go it--you're a
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I seen that pile moving and churnin
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alloon. The newspapers had had stuf
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full of crime. About a year afterwa
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here town with nothing over you but
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Hutt by compulsive medical advice,
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Page 102 and 103: And the other was a man's voice and
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Page 106 and 107: Frederick, he says, not excited a b
Page 108 and 109: "That is the reason my dear Jane is
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Page 112 and 113: tragic than any tragedy ever was,"
Page 114 and 115: "Why," says the perfessor, "their f
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Page 118 and 119: kick him, and when he talked he had
Page 120 and 121: come closet; raced by the place whe
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Page 126 and 127: only not follering. I found the hou
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Page 146 and 147: WHY it should, either." He slipped
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Page 164 and 165: people down here and that half-crac
Page 166 and 167: "Well, suh," he says, "I 'spicions
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Page 174 and 175: fur his sake, the same as he is per
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Page 178 and 179: So they turned Sam loose. I never s
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part of their own selves, and the b
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But things which was my own consarn
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left him, and Colonel Tom thinks he
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with him for that reason. "We decid
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with me, Tom, I looked like thirty
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kind, you know, Tom, and said that
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FORGIVE ME.'" "But couldn't you tel
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"I don't think it's possible, Dave,
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and stay there. And then my conscie
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Lucy's house was. And, if anything,
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"And then HE came to town!--" "Who?
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Fate got away with my half too one
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edroom, and lay down on their stumm
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"He ended with an impassioned appea
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to his feet sudden. I nearly busted
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looked it. "Why did you never tell
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But finally the nurse begins fur to
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Lucy?" "Yes, yes!" she says, excite
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