Pulp Fiction, 1861 · page 58 of 228
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 58: what you’re looking at
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j2 MAUM GUINEA. better let it alone, or yell get caught ‘fore you know it,””— here Scipio paused a moment, his hand wandering tenderly over the™strings of his banjo, while the girl next to him hitched a little closer and regarded him admiringly—he was evidently lost in retrospection. == “Woll, next house to massa’s—he libbed in de city of Charleston, dose days—was a girl w’at allers set my heart to palpitatin’ so, I was sure I was gettin’ de St. Witus’ dance, or suthin of de kind. Ah! my stars! but Dinah was a flirt! She use to wait for me to be openin’ der side parler winders ’fore she shook her duster out ob de side winders : and Sunnay afternoons, w’en she’d got her fixins on, she use to walk by, berry slow, and cast look out de corner of her great black eyes, till I ’clare I couldn’ stand it. I learn to play de banjo purpose to gib her serenade of a moonlight night—and she use to lean out de garret winder, and drop hollyhocks and roses down, jes’ like w’ite ladies does under similar circumstances; and den I go home, happy as a pick- aninny in a tub of lasses, and tink so much "bout her, nex’ day, dat I make more mistakes’n eber—hand massa his * slippers w’en he ask for his cigars, put his coat on wrong side out, and show visitors into de dinin’-room, ’stead of de parlor. house, and ‘quire for Miss Dinah; and w’en dey show mein *° de kitchen, dar sat anodder gentleum, a-puttin’ on airs and ‘inking hisself mighty nice, ’cause he’d got a ring on his finger and a great big gilt chain ober his west. Yer oughter see dat girl dat ebening, w’at a Coquette she was; smiling at me an’ den at him, and makin’ herself agreeable to bof of us, and we a lookin’ at each oder, and speaking so dreffu. perlite, *twould haye excruciated you to see. Woll, tings went on so, for a monf or more; ebery ebening I was aut, I called on Miss Dinah. and dat ar’ rascal] was allers dar too Eomicbooks-;com