To Transcribe Her Words Would Be
Impossible, For She Put In A Native Sentence Whenever She Found Herself At
A Loss For An English One, But The Burden Of Her Plaint Was This:
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"Plenty d - d fooly fellow, white fellow" - a string of Hinchinbrook
vernacular - "Baal you been shoot 'em like 'it dingo" - more
Hinchinbrook, but evidently, from the accompanying gestures, indicative of
intense disgust - "Baal mine take any more along of black fellow camp" -
half sobs - "Baal mine care suppose you fellow all go like 'it - "
And she summarily consigned us to the bottomless pit, as the only place at
all suited for such stupid idiots who could refrain from shooting blacks
when so grand an opportunity presented itself. Her eyes flashed fire as
she delivered herself of her woes, and at the concluding sentence she
stamped her little foot, and flinging a short waddy she held, with
remarkable dexterity and no mean force, into the midst of the sable mass,
she turned round to depart with the dignity of a tragedy queen, when
Dunmore jumped up, caught her, and holding her wrist, walked off a little
way from us.
"You like 'it one fine fellow red shirt, Lizzie? Mine give you one with
'plenty long tail'. Baal any other gin along of camp have shirt like 'it
you; and when piccaninny sit down" (for there was a prospect of her
presenting Ferdinand with a little pledge of affection), "mine give that
fellow two budgeree flour-bag shirts, suppose only you good fellow girl
Lizzie."
Evidently, Dunmore knew the way to the young lady's heart - we nicknamed
him "Faust" afterwards - for at the mention of the red shirt, with the
lengthy tails, her eyes lost their fierceness, and the allusion to the
piccaninny completed his victory, and changing at once from one extreme to
the other, as only a black or a child can, Miss Lizzie took her seat in the
circle, lighted her pipe, commenced nodding to, and chatting most affably
with, her relatives, and looking so kind, that it seemed impossible to
believe that an intense longing for bloodshed and cruelty had so shortly
before lurked in the breast of the pretty, smiling little savage who was
now beside us.
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