of zealous and ready officiousness. As Haley approached, he was boasting, in flourishing style, to Andy, of the evident and eminent success of the operation, now that he had "farly come to it."
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"Your master, I s'pose, don't keep no dogs," said Haley, thoughtfully, as he prepared to mount.
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"Heaps on 'em," said Sam, triumphantly; "thar's Brunohe's a roarer! and, besides that, 'bout every nigger of us keeps a pup of some natur or uther."
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"Poh!" said Haley,and he said something else, too, with regard to the said dogs, at which Sam muttered,
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"I don't see no use cussin' on 'em, no way."
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"But your master don't keep no dogs (I pretty much know he don't) for trackin' out niggers."
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Sam knew exactly what he meant, but he kept on a look of earnest and desperate simplicity.
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"Our dogs all smells round considable sharp. I spect they's the kind, though they han't never had no practice. They's
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dogs, though, at most anything, if you'd get 'em started. Here, Bruno," he called, whistling to the lumbering New-foundland, who came pitching tumultuously toward them.
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"You go hang!" said Haley, getting up. "Come, tumble up now."
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Sam tumbled up accordingly, dexterously contriving to tickle Andy as he did so, which occasioned Andy to split out into a laugh, greatly to Haley's indignation, who made a cut at him with his riding-whip.
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"I's 'stonished at yer, Andy," said Sam, with awful gravity.
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"This yer's a seris bisness, Andy. Yer must n't be a makin' game. This yer an't no way to help Mas'r."
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"I shall take the straight road to the river," said Haley, decidedly, after they had come to the boundaries of the estate. "I know the way of all of 'em,they makes tracks for the underground."
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"Sartin," said Sam, "dat's de idee. Mas'r Haley hits de thing right in de middle. Now, der's two roads to de river,de dirt road and der pike,which Mas'r mean to take?"
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Andy looked up innocently at Sam, surprised at hearing this new geographical fact, but instantly confirmed what he said, by a vehement reiteration.
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