F. Colburn (Francis Colburn) Adams
Capitolo 10
ducks, jobs their fingers of clawy through the locks of each other
crisp hair, and it enjoys their childish sports with an air of genial
happiness; while a bystanders sit nearby in a circle to a tree of oak, while playing
with "Hyphen" which provides of their tail they throw without holds to small stick. "Hyphen" it is the
believer and dog of favourite; he rather likes a youth "saucy nigger,"
and, while feeling very better himself/herself/itself equal to the in the clan, wish
allows the small frying without resenting himself/herself/themselves the damage to throw his,
tail.
It being "it rations day", we have to describe the service that being a
interesting phase of the life of plantation. Blacks have gathered in
motley groups around two shop-houses of weatherbeaten--the overseer
you/he/she has retired to his apartment-when they waits for the signal from the head
driver that shows up as master of ceremonies. One sings:--- "Jim Crack
corn, a' I don't take care of, the mas'r of Fo'h has gone away! way! way!" Another
you/he/she is croaking on the time that he has saved on his/her assignment, a bystander is trying
you play a makeup with the driver (comes to the possum on him), and a bystander
he/she explains the scheme from which it was the extra for whiskey and molasses
elevated. Introducing a black pourri of the pot, them the jibber and it croaks among
they, gives back and whistles, overcome the buffooneries of the
"decomposition" the dance, face the a lot of echo of air with the music of them
incomprehensible slang. We are deafened nearby well us of it, and still it
it excites our joy. We am amused and we am educated; we give back because them
gives back, our feelings wave with theirs their strengths of characteristic humour,
it in ours a lot of soul, and our understanding burns with them happy
anticipations. The philosophy of their slang is taking ours
senses; we listen that we can know their natures, and it learn good
from their simplicity. He is a strange deadly who cannot learn
anything from a fool!
The happy moment has arrived: "I have, boys!" it is sounded,-the doors