The Lost Hunter - A Tale of Early Times by John Turvill Adams
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"Some of the same mess. I don't care about hurting him; but, I should like to cure him of his parsecuting ways." "Well, you is a good cook. What you up to dis time?" said the General, grinning at the idea of more tricks. "Colored people is celebrated for their contrivances; so, scratch your wool, and give us the benefit of your genius." "De sheep hab no gumption," said Primus, looking grave at this allusion to his hair. "I tell you what I want you to do," said Tom, taking no notice of Primus' gravity, and certain that the old fellow was unable to resist the temptation to a frolic; "but, don't let's stand here all day talking. Folks may suspicion something; so, push along, and I'll give you my idees." They must have pleased the General, for, soon, his face began to brighten, and his eyes to glisten; and he parted from his companion, apparently, with the best understanding, and in the highest good humor possible. In accordance with the arrangement between them, the negro hunted up Basset, and soon learned from him, that he had a mittimus to commit Holden. The cunning fellow, at first, pretended to dissuade him from making use of it, taking care, at the same time, to drop a few words, from which, it might be inferred, there was no difficulty in apprehending the fugitive. He, at last, let out the fact, rather |
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