. Little "Jim Crow" : and other stories for children . tgo! LITTLE JIM CROW 37 He s toP us all to go! snapped Maria. Not me! said Jim Crow. I se al-ways stood by de boss, an now lie s gwineto stan by me. I guess I know! Oh,Mee-ri er, Mee-ri er! dont—dont! Two sharp, quick, agonized cries brokefrom his grayish lips as Maria forced hislittle hands from their hold upon the table;then she gathered him up in her fierce,strong arms, and so went out of the base-ment door with this—their last bundle. Those two piercing, all-abandoning crieshad reached even to the floor above. Whats that 1 I cried, and
. Little "Jim Crow" : and other stories for children . tgo! LITTLE JIM CROW 37 He s toP us all to go! snapped Maria. Not me! said Jim Crow. I se al-ways stood by de boss, an now lie s gwineto stan by me. I guess I know! Oh,Mee-ri er, Mee-ri er! dont—dont! Two sharp, quick, agonized cries brokefrom his grayish lips as Maria forced hislittle hands from their hold upon the table;then she gathered him up in her fierce,strong arms, and so went out of the base-ment door with this—their last bundle. Those two piercing, all-abandoning crieshad reached even to the floor above. Whats that 1 I cried, and running tothe parlor window, I caught a glimpse ofa shadowy figure with a child over itsshoulder. As they moved from me, forone chill moment the light fell full upontwo straining, upraised eyes, and twopiteous, pale little palms held vainly outto those five stories of stony silence; andthen a great wave of inky darkness sweptover them, and carried from me and mine,far out on the briny, bitter ocean of life,my little Jim Crow. MY PIRATE MY PIRATE. IS name was Ezra Martin, andundoubtedly he was a he was away, and Ithought of him suddenly, littlecold creepies went all up and down myback, and when he came home and heldout his hand to me, something jumpedquick right up from my side into mythroat, and choked me—he frightened meso lovely, ever so much better than ghost-stories. The strange thing was that in thathouse full of grown-ups no one elseseemed to know that he was a pirate. Ofcourse, at that time he was an engineer onthe Lake Shore Road, but he had been asailor, and had sailed clear round the wholeworld, and had crossed somebodys line,and doubled capes, and had killed whalesthat have corset-bones and lamp-oil in 41 42 MY PIRATE them, and thrown harpoons, and draggedanchors, and had seen monkeys withouthand-organs, and parrots that knew no-thing about crackers, flying about wild inreal woods. And he was swarthy dark,with black hair and black, black little eye
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