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"No, durn him, he ain't no good. Say  what'll you give for him, hah? Yere he goes to the highest bidder  for richer, for poorer, for better, for worser, up and down, in and out, swing your partners  what's bid? He ken plow as crooked as a mule's hind leg, sleep hard as a 'possum in wintertime, eat like a snake, git left efery time  but he ken ketch fish. They wait on him. What's bid?" NO DURN HIM HE AIN'T NO GOOD SAY WHAT YOU GIVE FOR EM HUH HERE HE GOES TO HIGHEST BIDDER FOR RICHER FOR POORER FOR BETTER OR WORSER UP AND DOWN IN AND OUT SWING YOUR PARTNERS WHAT'S THE BIT HE CAN PLOUGH AS CROOKED AS A MULE'S HIND LEG SLEEP HARD AS A POSSUM IN THE WINTER TIME EAT LIKE A SNAKE GET LEFT EVERY TIME BUT HE CAN CATCH FISH THEY WENT ON HIM WHAT'S BID
such a nice petticoat--" he imitated the lady in question, to the tremendous delight of the gentle loafers. Seffy stared a little and rubbed some dust out of his eyes. He was pleasant but dull. "Yassir, Sef, if you'd a-got yere at a inch and a quarter apast! Now Sam's got her. Down in the cellar a-licking molasses together! Doggone if Sam don't git eferysing--except his due bills. He don't want to be no anchel tell he dies. He's got fun enough yere--but Seffy--you're like the flow of molasses in January--at courting." This oblique suasion made no impression on Seffy. It is doubtful if he understood it at all. The loafers began to smile. One laughed. The old man checked him with a threat of personal harm. "Hold on there, Jefferson Dafis Busby," he chid. "I don't allow no one to laugh at my Seffy--except chust me--account I'm his daddy. It's a fight-word the next time you do it." Mr. Busby straightened his countenance. "He don't seem to notice--nor keer--'bout gals--do he?" No one spoke. ED UP TO SHOW ITS NEW PETTICOAT OO WOO IF I HAD SUCH A NICE PETTICOAT HE IMITATED THE LADY IN QUESTION TO THE DELIGHT OF THE GENTLE LOAFERS SAFFIE STARED A LITTLE AND RUBBED SOME DUST OUT OF HIS EYES HE WAS PLEASANT BUT DULL YES SIR SITH IF YOU DE GOT HER AGAIN SURE IN A QUARTER PAST NOW SAM'S GOT HER DOWN IN THE CELLAR AN A LICKIN MOLOSES TOGETHER DOLL GONE AS SAM DON'T GET EVERYTHING EXCEPT HIS TWO BILLS HE DON'T WANT TO BE NO ANSEL DULL HE DIES HE'S GOT FUN ENOUGH HERE BUT CEFFY YOU'RE LIKE THE FLOW O MOLASSES IN JANUARY AT COURTING THIS OBLIQUE SUASION MADE NO IMPRESSION ON SEFFY IT WAS DOUBTFUL IF HE UNDERSTOOD IT AT ALL THE LOAFERS BEGAN TO SMILE ONE LAUGHED THE OLD MAN CHECKED HIM WITH A THREAT OF PERSONAL HARM HOLD ON THEIR JEFFERSON DAVIS BUSBY HE CHID I DON'T ALLOW NO ONE TO LAUGH AT MY SIPPI EXCEPT JUST ME ACCOUNT I'M STUDY THAT'S A FIGHT WORD THE NEXT TIME YOU DO IT MISTER BUSBY STRAIGHTENED HIS COUNTENANCE HE DOESN'T SEEM TO NOTICE NOR CARE ABOUT GIRLS DOES HE NO ONE SPOKE
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