Unc' Edinburg: A Plantation EchoPage, Thomas Nelson
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Unc' Edinburg: A Plantation Echo
Page, Thomas Nelson
African Americans -- Virginia -- Fiction; Plantation life -- Fiction
"So she got him jes straight as a string. An' when de time come for
Marse George to go, marster he mo' consarned 'bout it 'n Marse George;
he ain' say nuttin 'bout it befo'; but now he walkin' roun' an' roun'
axin mistis mo' questions 'bout he cloes an' he horse an' all; an' dat
mornin' he gi' him he two Sunday razors, an' gi' me a pyah o' boots an'
a beaver hat, 'cause I wuz gwine wid him to kyar he portmanteau, an'
git he shavin' water, sence marster say ef he wuz gwine marry a
Locofoco, he at least must go like a gent'man; an' me an' Marse George
had done settle it 'twixt us, cause we al'ays set bofe we traps on de
same hyah parf.
"Well, we got 'em. When I ax dat gal out on de wood-pile dat night,
she say bein' as her mistis gwine own me, an' we bofe got to be in de
same estate, she reckon she ain' nuver gwine to be able to git shet o'
me; an' den I clamp her. Oh, she wuz a beauty!"
A gesture and guffaw completed the recital of his conquest.
"Yes, suh, we got 'em sho!" he said, presently. "Dee couldn' persist
us; we crowd 'em into de fence an' run 'em off dee foots.
"Den come de 'gagement; an' ev'ything wuz smooth as silk. Marse George
an' me wuz ridin' over dyah constant, on'y we nuver did git over bein'
skeered when we wuz ridin' up dat turpentine road facin' all dem
winders. Hit 'pears like ev'ybody in de wull 'mos' wuz lookin' at us.
"One evenin' Marse George say, 'Edinburg, d'you ever see as many
winders p'intin' one way in you' life? When I git a house,' he say, 'I
gwine have all de winders lookin' turr way.'
"But dat evenin' when I see Miss Charlotte come walkin' out de gret
parlor wid her hyah sort o' rumpled over her face, an' some yaller
roses on her bres, an' her gret eyes so soft an' sweet, an' Marse
George walkin' 'long hinst her, so peaceable, like she got chain 'roun'
him, I say, 'Or--or, winders ain' nuttin.'
"Oh, twuz jes like holiday all de time! An' den Miss Charlotte come
over to see mistis, an' of co'se she bring her maid wid her, 'cause she
'bleeged to have her maid, you know, an' dat wuz de bes' of all.
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