Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Mellichampe: A Legend of the Santee >> Chapter XVIII: The Half-Breed is Winded >> Page 155

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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription THE HALF-BREED IS WINDED. 155
Hah ! who kin say but he 'se'f? De hoss hab de wuss
'flictions dis time, I ebber see !"" Will he die, Tom ?"
i,f he no git better, maussa, I 'spec' de buzzard hab fine
chance for put up meat to-night."
You are yourself a buzzard, you rascal ; to speak in this
way of the condition of the beast."
Ki ! maussa, whey's de ha'm ? [harm] Hoss hab for dead
jis like white man and nigger. You no bury hoss, like you
bury man, and de buzzard /Lab for git 'em !"" Tom, when you die, there shall be no weight of earth put
upon you. You shall be laid out bare, just where the horse is
laid should you suffer him to die ! and I shall have a trum-
peter to sound a notice to all the buzzards, for fifty miles round,
to attend your funeral."" Come, come, maussa ; 'twunt do for talk sick ting ! Tom
nebber for bury when he dead? None but buzzard for ax to
he fun'rel? and jis 'kaise you hoss gwine for dead, and no-
body for help 'em ! wha' Tom kin do ? He a'n't hoss-doctor.
'Speck, maussa, you better try Doctor Oakenburg. 'Speck he
liab someting to gee de hoss. He can't cure de man, when he
sick ; may-be, he kin cure de /Loss ! Better ax 'em, maussa.'"What! are you such an enemy of the poor beast, Tom,
that you want to subject him to new miseries ? What pleasure
can you find in- seeing such a beast as Oakenburg torturing
such a beast as Nabob ? and you have fed and groomed Nabob
for five years ! Have you no affection for an animal that you
have been intimate with for so long a time ? You have ridden
him a thousand times. He has borne you as tenderly as your
own mother. Have you no gratitude, you rascal, that you
wish to thrust one of Oakenburg's decoctions into his stomach ?"
Oh! go 'long maussa; you too foolish! How I want for
gee de hoss misery ? I wants for care 'em ! Da's it ! I 'speck
de physic, wha' de doctor mek', will mek' de boss well "
What ! though it kills the man ! Tom, I sometimes think
you are half a fool at best. No, Tom ; Nabob must get well
without help from Oakenburg, or he's a dead beast. His stom-
ach has always been a good one till now. It shall never be