Excerpt: ...darkey turned to Margaret. "Now, Miss Mar'get, whut you all time come er flatter me datter way fur? You knows I's allus a braikin' my naik fur you. I don't kere ef you is er 'oman, you's got er soul ter save, an' you oughter be a lookin' out fur it." He ambled slowly toward the door, muttering as 165 he went, and Jasper's sharp command did not serve to enliven him overmuch. "Come, move on a little faster, and yoke up the steers and haul that man's wagon up the hill. Never saw as slow a nigger in my life. Come on ...
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Excerpt: ...darkey turned to Margaret. "Now, Miss Mar'get, whut you all time come er flatter me datter way fur? You knows I's allus a braikin' my naik fur you. I don't kere ef you is er 'oman, you's got er soul ter save, an' you oughter be a lookin' out fur it." He ambled slowly toward the door, muttering as 165 he went, and Jasper's sharp command did not serve to enliven him overmuch. "Come, move on a little faster, and yoke up the steers and haul that man's wagon up the hill. Never saw as slow a nigger in my life. Come on, and I'll go with you." He hastened out, passing Kintchin and commanding him to come on. Margaret busied herself with picking up scraps of paper, among them doubtless being an account of what the captain did, and threw them out into the yard. Standing at the door, and glancing down the road, she spied Mrs. Mayfield, Jim, Tom and Lou coming from a stroll among the hills. Back into the house she ran, snatched down a turkey-wing fan from a nail in the wall, dusted a rocking-chair, smoothed herself, and was rocking placidly as any lady of leisure when the hill-side romancers entered the room. 166 CHAPTER XII. DIDN'T DO ANYTHING HEROIC. During all the morning Jim had been silent. Standing on a purple knob, arms folded, gazing far away toward the rugged scenes of his life's work, he had reminded the world-woman of some discoverer, a Cortez viewing the Pacific; and when to break the spell of his attitude she asked him why he gazed so fixedly, he replied: "I am looking away off yander at the duty I am neglecting, ma'm." "Why, you couldn't neglect a duty, Mr. Reverend." "I didn't think so, but I am. I put myself in mind of the old feller that stood all day a smelling of a rose bush when the weeds were choking his corn. In my wheat field the tares are coming up, now that I am away, and I ought to be there to pull them up by the roots." "But you need a vacation. Ail preachers take vacations. Why, in the cities, they
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PLEASE NOTE, WE DO NOT SHIP TO DENMARK. New Book. Shipped from UK in 4 to 14 days. Established seller since 2000. Please note we cannot offer an expedited shipping service from the UK.
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Very Good. First edition. Pictorial mauve cloth stamped in black, blue and gilt. Illustrated in color. Bookplate removed with small stamps on front pastedown, spine ends and corners modestly worn, still very good.
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Very Good. No Jacket. Book. 7 3/4h x 5 1/4w. A real nice clean 324 page 1902 first edition hardcover. Pictorial mauve cloth stamped in black, and gilt. Frontispiece and seven other photos illustrated in color. Has some staining on spot but overall a very nice book more than 120 years old. Humorous, dialect novel set in the mountains of Tennessee. This work was a play from which the novel was written. The original cast and some information about the production of the play in Chicago follows the last page of the novel followed by an ad for the book dead city: a Tragedy.
