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32 <strong>UNCLE</strong> TOMS <strong>CABIN</strong> : OR,<br />

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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 />

"<br />

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 />

"<br />

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

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