The Biglow PapersJohn Camden Hotten, 1859 - 175 Seiten |
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... folks know who hosy's father is , cos my ant Keziah used to say it's nater to be curus ses she , she aint livin though and he's a likely kind o ' lad . EZEKIEL BIGLOW . THRASH away , you ' ll hev to rattle On them kittle drums o ' yourn ...
... folks know who hosy's father is , cos my ant Keziah used to say it's nater to be curus ses she , she aint livin though and he's a likely kind o ' lad . EZEKIEL BIGLOW . THRASH away , you ' ll hev to rattle On them kittle drums o ' yourn ...
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... folks's throats . They may talk o ' Freedom's airy Tell they're pupple in the face , - It's a grand gret cemetary Fer the barthrights of our race ; They jest want this Californy So ' s to lug new slave - states in To abuse ye , an ' to ...
... folks's throats . They may talk o ' Freedom's airy Tell they're pupple in the face , - It's a grand gret cemetary Fer the barthrights of our race ; They jest want this Californy So ' s to lug new slave - states in To abuse ye , an ' to ...
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... folks You're agoin ' to git your right , Nor by lookin ' down on black folks Coz you're put upon by wite ; Slavery aint o ' nary color , " Taint the hide thet makes it wus , All it keers fer in a feller ' S jest to make him fill its pus ...
... folks You're agoin ' to git your right , Nor by lookin ' down on black folks Coz you're put upon by wite ; Slavery aint o ' nary color , " Taint the hide thet makes it wus , All it keers fer in a feller ' S jest to make him fill its pus ...
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... folks o ' gumption , You ' ve a darned long row to hoe . * Take them editors that ' s crowin ' Like a cockerel three months old , - Don't ketch any on ' em goin ' , Though they be so blasted bold ; * [ Hoeing Indian corn , planted in ...
... folks o ' gumption , You ' ve a darned long row to hoe . * Take them editors that ' s crowin ' Like a cockerel three months old , - Don't ketch any on ' em goin ' , Though they be so blasted bold ; * [ Hoeing Indian corn , planted in ...
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... Folks gin the letter to me and i shew it to parson Wilbur and he ses it oughter Bee printed . send It to mister Buckinum , ses he , i don't ollers agree with him , ses he , but by Time , * ses he , I du like a feller that ain't a Feared ...
... Folks gin the letter to me and i shew it to parson Wilbur and he ses it oughter Bee printed . send It to mister Buckinum , ses he , i don't ollers agree with him , ses he , but by Time , * ses he , I du like a feller that ain't a Feared ...
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Seite 33 - s thousands o' my mind. [The first recruiting sergeant on record I conceive to have been that individual who is mentioned in the Book of Job as going to and fro in the earth, and walking up and down in it.
Seite 28 - Tain't a-follerin' your bell-wethers Will excuse ye in His sight; Ef you take a sword an' dror it, An' go stick a feller thru, Guv'ment ain't to answer for it, God'll send the bill to you. Wut's the use o' meetin'-goin' Every Sabbath, wet or dry, Ef it's right to go amowin' ' Feller-men like oats an' rye ? I dunno but wut it's pooty Trainin' round in bobtail coats, — But it's curus Christian dooty This 'ere cuttin
Seite 194 - Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser.
Seite 56 - Polk, you know, he is our country, An' the angel thet writes all our sins in a book Puts the debit to him, an' to us the per contry ; An' John P. Robinson he Sez this is his view o
Seite 32 - In the days o' seventy-six. Clang the bells in every steeple, Call all true men to disown The tradoocers of our people, The enslavers o' their own; '*> Let our dear old Bay State proudly Put the trumpet to her mouth, Let her ring this messidge loudly In the ears of all the South : — "I '11 return ye good fer evil Much ez we frail mortils can, But I wun't go help the Devil Makin' man the cus o' man ; Call me coward, call me trailer, Jest ez suits your mean idees, — "5° Here I stand a tyrant-hater,...
Seite 97 - Ez long ez, like a lumberman, I git jest wut I axes; I go free-trade thru thick an' thin, Because it kind o' rouses The folks to vote, — an' keeps us in Our quiet custom-houses.
Seite 96 - But libbaty's a kind o' thing Thet don't agree with niggers. I du believe the people want A tax on teas an...
Seite 44 - A sort o' folks a chap could kill an' never dream on 't arter, No more 'na feller 'd dream o' pigs thet he hed hed to slarter ; I 'd an idee thet they were built arter the darkle fashion all, An
Seite 100 - 11 keep the people in blindness, — • Thet we the Mexicuns can thrash Right inter brotherly kindness, Thet bombshells, grape, an' powder 'n' ball Air good-will's strongest magnets, Thet peace, to make it stick at all, Must be druv in with bagnets. In short, I firmly du believe In Humbug generally, Fer it 'aa thing thet I perceive To hev a solid vally ; This heth my faithful shepherd ben, In pasturs sweet heth led me, An' this '11 keep the people green To feed ez they hev fed me.
Seite 56 - Parson Wilbur sez he never heerd in his life Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats, An' marched round in front of a drum an' a fife, To git some on 'em office, and some on 'em votes; But John P.