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ble mathematical figure, -wings, gizzards, 'parisonḤere ! I 'm a tryin'to get topo' der<br />
and drumsticks,all appeared in picturesqueconfusion<br />
hay. Wal, I puts up my larder dis yer side<br />
; and ,<br />
Sam, as monarch of all he surveyed, 'tan't no go ; cause I don't try dere no<br />
sat with his palm-leafcocked rejoicingly to one more, but puts my larder rightde contrar side,<br />
side,and patronizing Andy at his right hand. an't I persistent ? I 'm persistent in wantin' to<br />
4er fair sex will scuse my usin' an or'nary sort o' legislating !"<br />
The kitchen was full of all his compeers, who getup, which ary side my larder is; don't<br />
had hurried and crowded in,from the various see, all on yer?"<br />
you<br />
cabinsțo hear the termination of the day's exploits.<br />
persistent in,<br />
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It 's the onlythingye ever was<br />
Now was Sam's hour of glory. The story Lord knows!" muttered Aunt Chloe,who was<br />
of the day was rehearsed,with all kinds of ornament<br />
getting rather restive ; the merriment of the<br />
and varnishing which might he necessary to eveningbeingto her somewhat after the Scripture<br />
heighten its effect ; for Sam, like some of our comparison,<br />
vinegarupon nitre."<br />
fashionable dilettanti, never allowed a story to<br />
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Yes,indeed ! " said Sam, rising, supper<br />
lose any of its gildingby passingthroughhis and glory,for a closingeffort. " Yes, my<br />
hands. Roars of laughter narration, feller-citizens and ladies of de other sex general,<br />
and were taken<br />
up and prolongedby all the I has principles, 'm proud to 'oon 'em,<br />
smaller fry, who were lying, in any quantity, perquisite to dese yer times,and ter all<br />
about on the floor, or perchedin every<br />
corner. times. I has principles, and T sticksto 'em like<br />
In the height of the uproar and laughterȘam, forty,<br />
I thinks is principle, I<br />
however, preservedan immovable gravity,only goes in to 't ; would n't mind if dey burnt<br />
from time to time rolling eyes up, and givingme<br />
'live, walk right up to de stake,I<br />
his auditors divers inexpressibly droll glances, would,and say, Here I comes to shed last<br />
without departing from the sententious elevation blood fur my principles, fur my<br />
my<br />
country, fur der<br />
of his oratory.<br />
gen'l interests of s'ciety."<br />
"Yer "<br />
see, fellow-countrymen," said Sam, elevating<br />
Well," said Aunt Chloe, " one o' yer principles<br />
a turkey's leg, with<br />
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energy, yer see, now, will have to be to get to bed some time tonight,<br />
what dis yer chile's up ter,for 'fendin' yer all,<br />
and not be a keepin'everybodyup till<br />
yer. as ; now, every<br />
one young uns as as yer<br />
see the don't want to be cracked had better be scase,<br />
principle 's de same, ar 's clar. And any mighty sudden."<br />
yes, all on<br />
people, is For him<br />
good tryin'<br />
tries to getone getall;<br />
o' our mornin' of you that<br />
one o' these yer driversthat comes smelling "<br />
Niggers ! all on yer," said Sam, wavinghis<br />
arter any our people, why, he 'sgot me in his "<br />
way ; palm-leafwith benignity, I giveyer<br />
I'm the fellerhe 's got to set in with my blessin' ;.<br />
,'^I 'm the go to bed now, and be goodboys."<br />
fellerfor yer all to come to, bredren. '11stand And, with this pathetic benediction, the assembly<br />
up for yer rights, I '11'fend 'em to the last dispersed.<br />
breath ! ' '<br />
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Why, but Sam, yer telled me, only this<br />
mornin' țhat you 'd helpthis yer Mas'r to cotch<br />
CHAPTER IX.<br />
Lizy; seems to me yer talk don't hangtogether,"<br />
said Andy.<br />
IN WHICH IT APPEARS THAT A SENATOR IS BUT A<br />
" I tell you<br />
MAN.<br />
now, Andy,"said Sam, with awful<br />
superiority, "don't yer be a talkin' 'bout what The light of the cheerful fireshone on the rug<br />
yer don't know nothin' on ; boyslike you, Andy, carpet of a cosey parlor, and glittered on the<br />
means well,but theycan't be spectedto collus'itate<br />
sides of the tea-cups and well-brightened tea-pot,<br />
the greatprinciples of action."<br />
as Senator Bird was drawing off his boots, preparatory<br />
Andy looked rebuked,particularly by the hard<br />
to inserting pairof new<br />
word collusitate, which most of the younger handsome slippers, which his wife had been<br />
members of the seemed to consider as a working for him while on his senatorial<br />
while Sam tour. Mrs.<br />
company<br />
settlerin the case, proceeded.<br />
away<br />
Bird,looking the very pictureof<br />
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Dat ar was conscience, Andy ; when T thoughtdelight,<br />
was superintending the arrangements of<br />
of gwinearter Lizy, I raillyspectedMas'r was the table,ever and anon minglingadmonitory<br />
sot dat way. When I found Missis was sot the remarks to a number of frolicsome juveniles, who<br />
contrar,dat ar was conscience more yet," cause were effervescing<br />
all those modes of untold<br />
fellersallersgets more by stickin' to Missis'side, gamboland mischief that have astonished mothers<br />
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so yer see I "s persistent either way, and sticks ever since the flood.<br />
up to conscience,and holds on to principles. "Tom, let the door-knob there's alone," a<br />
Yes,principles,'''' said Sam, giving an enthusiastic man! Mary! Mary! don't pull the cat's tail-,<br />
toss to a chicken's neck. principles poor pussy ! Jim, you mustn't climb on that<br />
good for,if we isn't persistent, I wanter know? table," no, no! don't know, my dear,<br />
Thar,Andy, you may have dat ar 'tan't what a bone," surpriseit is to us all<br />
,<br />
to see you here tonight<br />
pickedquiteclean."<br />
!" said she,at last,when she found a<br />
space<br />
Sam's audience hanging on his words with open say somethingto her husband.<br />
mouth, he<br />
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could not but proceed.<br />
Yes, yes, I thought I 'd justmake a run down,<br />
" Dis yer matter 'bout persistence, feller-niggers,"<br />
spendthe night,and have a littlecomfort at home.<br />
said Sam, with the air of one entering into I 'm tired to death,and my head aches !"<br />
an abstruse subject,<br />
'sistency<br />
a thing Mrs. Bird cast a glanceat a camphor-bottle,<br />
dis yer<br />
what an't seed into very clar,by most anybody. which stood in the half-opencloset,and appeared<br />
Now, yer see, when a feller stands up for a thingto meditate an approach to it,but her husband<br />
one day and night, de contrar de next, folks ses interposed.<br />
^andnat'rally enoughdeyses),Why, he an't "<br />
persistent,<br />
No, no, Mary, no doctoring cup of your<br />
me dat ar bit o' corn-cake,Andy. good hot tea,and some of our good home living,<br />
But let 's look interit. I hope the gen'lmenand is what I want. It 's a tiresome businessțhis