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Well, one night--it was a Friday night--dey comes a whole platoon f'm a
NIGGER ridgment da was on guard at de house--de house was head quarters,
you know-an' den I was jist A-BILIN’! Mad? I was jist A-BOOMIN’! I
swelled aroun', an swelled aroun'; I jist was a-itchin' for 'em to do
somefin for to start me. AN' dey was a-waltzin' an a dancin'! MY! but dey
was havin' a time! an I jist a-swellin' an' a-swellin' up! Pooty soon,'long
comes sich a spruce young nigger a-sailin' down de room wid a
yaller wench roun' de wais'; an' roun an' roun' an roun' dey went, enough
to make a body drunk to look at 'em; an' when dey got abreas' o' me, dey
went to kin' o' balancin' aroun' fust on one leg an' den on t'other, an'
smilin' at my big red turban, an' makin' fun, an' I ups an' says 'GIT
along wid you!--rubbage!' De young man's face kin' o' changed, all of a
sudden, for 'bout a second, but den he went to smilin' ag'in, same as he
was befo'. Well, 'bout dis time, in comes some niggers dat played music
and b'long' to de ban', an' dey NEVER could git along widout puttin' on
airs. ‘An de very fust air dey put on dat night, I lit into em! Dey
laughed, an' dat made me wuss. De res' o' de niggers got to laughin',
an' den my soul alive but I was hot! My eye was jist a-blazin'! I jist
straightened myself up so--jist as I is now, plum to de ceilin', mos'
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-an' I digs my fists into my hips, an' I says, 'Look-a-heah!' I says, 'I
want you niggers to understan' dat I wa'n't bawn in de mash to be fool'
by trash! I's one o' de ole Blue hen's Chickens, I is!'--an' den I see
dat young man stan' a-starin' an' stiff, lookin' kin' o' up at de ceilin'
like he fo'got somefin, an' couldn't 'member it no mo'. Well, I jist
march' on dem niggers--so, lookin' like a gen'l--an' dey jist cave' away
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