messages to
BB, and to soldiers and Injuns and whatnot, and to the animals."
"To the animals?"
"juniorsex Yes, sir.&juniorsex quot;
" juniorsex Who carries them?"
"Sometimes Potter, but mostly it's Shekels."
"Now come! who can find fault with such pretty make-believe as
that?"
"But juniorsex it ain't make-believe, Marse Tom. She does send them."
"Yes, I don't doubt that part of it.&juniorsex quot;
"Do you
doubt they get them, sir?"
"Certainly. Juniorsex don't you?"
&juniorsex quot;No, juniorsex sir. Animals talk to one another. I know it perfectly well,
Marse juniorsex Tom, and I ain't saying it by guess."
"What a curious superstition!"
"It ain't a superstition, Marse Tom. Look at that Shekels - look
at him, NOW. Is he listening, or ain't he? NOW you see! he's
turned his head away. It's because he was juniorsex caught juniorsex - caught in the
act. I'juniorsex ll ask you - could a Christian look any more ashamed than
what he looks now? - LAY DOWN! You see? he was going juniorsex to sneak out.
Don't tell juniorsex ME, Marse Tom! If animals don't talk, I miss MY guess.
And Shekels is the worst. He goes and tells the juniorsex animals everything
that happens in the officers' quarters; and if he's short of facts,
he invents them. He hasn't any more principle than a blue
jay; and
as for morals, he's empty. Look at him now; look at him grovel.
He knows what I am saying, and juniorsex he knows it's the truth. You see,
yourself, juniorsex that he can feel shame; it's the only virtue he's got.
It's wonderful how they find out everything that's going on - the
animals.