Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe
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acquaintance, as a cat sometimes looks at a moving dry leaf, or some
other possible object of pursuit. "I say, Tom, this yer's the luckiest thing in the world. I'm in a devil of a hobble, and you must help me out." "Ugh? aw! like enough!" grunted his complacent acquaintance. "A body may be pretty sure of that, when _you're_ glad to see 'em; something to be made off of 'em. What's the blow now?" "You've got a friend here?" said Haley, looking doubtfully at Marks; "partner, perhaps?" "Yes, I have. Here, Marks! here's that ar feller that I was in with in Natchez." "Shall be pleased with his acquaintance," said Marks, thrusting out a long, thin hand, like a raven's claw. "Mr. Haley, I believe?" "The same, sir," said Haley. "And now, gentlemen, seein' as we've met so happily, I think I'll stand up to a small matter of a treat in this here parlor. So, now, old coon," said he to the man at the bar, "get us hot water, and sugar, and cigars, and plenty of the _real stuff_ and we'll have a blow-out." Behold, then, the candles lighted, the fire stimulated to the burning point in the grate, and our three worthies seated round a table, well spread with all the accessories to good fellowship enumerated before. Haley began a pathetic recital of his peculiar troubles. Loker shut up |
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