Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 19 of 98
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BIG SAM. 21 designing crew. Their religion is based in blood; and they are wholly in the power of Rehie: We can not estimate the in- jury they have done us. When they are once led astray, the Indians are devils. The vile religion they are taught covers - a multitude of sins.” 3 “You want my opinion. AsJI said before you are in danger all the time. The French are coming upon us, and though you are rot directly in their course, roving bands will find you out. Do you think you could stand a siege ?” Sie “T don’t know ; the house is pretty strong.” — “Tt would depend upon whether they were in haste. If they had the time, they would undoubtedly take it after a while. What force have you?” ‘Well, I have six boys, who are strong enough, if they had the pluck.” “ But, unluckily, these darkies seldom have that very much- needed article. Pluck is not a plant of rapid growth with them. Have you got Sam yet? “ Of course ; here he comes now.” “Hi—yah ! t Massa Alph ; dat you ?” : The speaker was a negro, of such ponderous dimensions that one was almost startled at the sight. “ Big Sam” was nearly seven feet higlr, and of proportionate strength. But his broad face shone with good-humor. Indeed, it seems to be an ac- knowledged fact that giants in these latter days are the best-na- tured fellows in the world; and Sam literally ran .over with good-nature. He was never known to be very angry, and sel- dom used his prodigious strength for evil. Once, when an In- dian became what he called “ cantankerous,” he had put. him. on his shoulder like a sack of grain, and carried him off into the woods. He was brave as a lion, and his master depended on him as if he were himself. The black loved his master, and as for Flora, he idolized her. “ She’s an angel,” he used to say, talking to the other blacks. ‘ Every time she come to me and ax me to do sumthin’ for her, pears as if I wanted to look for de ‘ings. Dar’ ain't no. such missis hs Miss Flora, in all de worl’.” Next to his master and mistress he liked the brothers——and new came. up to greet them with a smile which extended _ across his entire face from ear to ear. ~ La Conmmcloooks.conn ag