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chapter 18 of 12 years a slave by solomon northup this librivox recording is in the public domain wiley suffered severely at the hands of master epps as has been related in the preceding chapter but in this respect he fared no worse than his unfortunate companions spare the rod was an idea scouted by our master he was constitutionally subject to periods of ill humor and at such times however little provocation there might be a certain amount of punishment was inflicted the circumstances attending the last flogging but one that i received will show how trivial a cause was sufficient with him for resorting to the whip a mr o'neill residing in the vicinity of the big pine woods called upon epps for the purpose of purchasing me he was a tanner and courier by occupation transacting an extensive business and intended to place me at service in some department of his establishment provided he bought me and phoebe while preparing the dinner table in the great house overheard their conversation on returning to the yard at night the old woman ran to meet me designing of course to overwhelm me with the news she entered into a minute repetition of all she'd heard and and phoebe was one whose ears never failed to drink in every word of conversation uttered in her hearing she enlarged upon the fact that massa epps was gwined to sell me to a tanner over indy pine woods so long and loudly as to attract the attention of the mistress who standing unobserved on the piazza at the time was listening to our conversation well and phoebe said i i'm glad of it i'm tired of scraping cotton and would rather be a tanner i hope he'll buy me o'neill did not affect a purchase however the party is differing as to price and the morning following his arrival departed homewards he had been gone but a short time when epps made his appearance in the field now nothing will more violently enrage a master especially epps than the intimation of one of his servants that he would like to leave him mistress epps had repeated to him my expressions to aunt phoebe the evening previous as i learned from the latter afterwards having mentioned to her that she had overheard us on entering the field epps walked directly to me so platt you're tired of scraping cotton are you you'd like to change your master eh you're fond of moving around traveller ain't ya oh yes like to travel for your health maybe feel above cotton scraping i suppose so you're going into the tanning business good business devilish fine business enterprising [ __ ] believe i'll go into that business myself down on your knees and strip that rag off your back i'll try my hand at tanning i begged earnestly and endeavoured to soften him with excuses but in vain there was no other alternative so kneeling down i presented my bareback for the application of the lash how do you like tanning he exclaimed as the rawhide descended upon my flesh how do you like tanning he repeated at every blow in this manner he gave me 20 or 30 lashes incessantly giving utterance to the word tanning in one form of expression or another when sufficiently tanned he allowed me to arise and with a half malicious laugh assured me if i still fancied the business he would give me further instruction in it whenever i desired this time he remarked he had only given me a short lesson in tanning the next time he would curry me down uncle abram also was frequently treated with great brutality although he was one of the kindest and most faithful creatures in the world he was my cabin mate for years there was a benevolent expression in the old man's face pleasant to behold he regarded us with a kind of parental feeling always counseling us with remarkable gravity and deliberation returning from marshall's plantation one afternoon whether i had been sent on some errand of the mistress i found him lying on the cabin floor his clothes saturated with blood he informed me that he had been stabbed while...

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chapter 7 of 17. this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by jonathan burchard may 2009 17 by booth tarkington chapter 7 mr baxter's evening clothes that evening at about half past seven o'clock dinner being over and mr and mrs baxter parents of william seated in the library mrs baxter said i think it's about time for you to go and dress for your emerson club meeting papa if you intend to go do i have to dress mr baxter asked plaintively i think nearly all the men do don't they she insisted but i'm getting old enough not to have to don't you think mama he urged appealingly when a man's my age nonsense she said your figure is exactly like williams it's the figure that really shows age first and yours hasn't begun to then she added briskly go along like a good boy and get it over mr baxter rose submissively and went upstairs to do as he was bid but after 15 or 20 minutes during which his footsteps had been audible in various parts of the house he called down over the banisters i can't find them can't find what my evening clothes they aren't anywhere in the house where did you put them last time you wore them she called i don't know i haven't had them on since last spring all right i'll come she said putting her sewing up on the table and rising men can never find anything she observed additionally as she ascended the stairs especially their own things on this occasion however as she was obliged to admit a little later women were not more efficacious than the dollar sex search high searched low no trace of mr baxter's evening clothes were to be found perhaps william could find them said mrs baxter a final confession of helplessness but william was no more to be found than the missing apparel william in fact after spending some time in the lower back hall listening to the quest above had just gone out through the kitchen door and after some ensuing futile efforts mr baxter was forced to proceed to his club in the accouterments of business he walked slowly enjoying the full moon which sailed up a river in the sky the open space between the trees that line the street and as he passed the house of mr parcher he noted the fine white shape of a masculine evening bosom gleaming in the moonlight on the porch a dainty figure in white sat beside it and there was another white figure present though this one was so small that mr baxter did not see it at all it was the figure of a tiny doglet and it reposed upon the black masculine knees that belonged to the evening bosom mr baxter heard a dulcet voice he isn't different isn't he sweetest floppit seriously though mr watson was telling me about you today he says you're the most indifferent man he knows he says you don't care two minutes whether a girl lives or dies isn't he a mean old wicked sing precious flop it the reply was inaudible and mr baxter passed on having recognized nothing of his own these young fellas don't have any trouble finding their dress suits i guess he murmured not on a night like this thus william after a hard day came to the gates of his romance entering those portals of the moon in triumph at one stroke his dashing raiment gave him high superiority over johnny watson and other rivals who might loom but if he had known to what undoing this great coup exposed him it is probable that mr baxter would have appeared at the emerson club that night in evening clothes end of chapter seven

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chapter 6 of 17. this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by jonathan burchard may 2009 17 by booth tarkington chapter 6 truculence clematis frowned and sneezed as the infinitesimal particles of sachet powder settled in the lining of his nose he became serious and was conscious of a growing feeling of dislike he began to be upset over the whole matter but his conscience compelled him to persist in his attempt to solve the mystery and also he remembered that one should be courteous no matter what some other thing chooses to be hence he sought to place his nose in contact with floppits for he had perceived on the front of the mysterious stranger a buttony something which might possibly be a nose floppit evaded the contact he felt that he had endured about enough from this apache and that it was nearly time to destroy him having no experience of battle saved with bedroom slippers and lace handkerchiefs flopped had little doubt of his powers as a warrior betrayed by his majestic self-importance he had not the remotest idea that he was small usually he saw the world from a window or from the seat of an automobile or over his mistress's arm he looked down on all dogs thought them ruffianly despised them and it is the miraculous truth that not only was he unaware that he was small but he did not even know that he was a dog himself he did not think about himself in that way from these various ignorances of his spring his astonishing his incredible valor clematis with head lord close to floppits perceives something peering at him from beneath the tangled curtain of cottony velvet scented stuff which seemed to be the upper part of floppit's face it was floppit's eye a red-rimmed eye and sore and so demoniacally malignant that clematis indescribably startled would have withdrawn his own countenance at once but it was too late with a fearful oath floppet sprang forward and annexed himself to the under lip of the horrified clematis horror gave place to indignation instantly and as miss parcher and her guest turned screaming clematis self-command went all to pieces miss parcher became faint and leaned against the hedge along which they had been passing but her visitor continued to scream while mr watson endeavored to kick clematis without ruining flop it a difficult matter flop it was berserk from the first and the mystery is where he learned the dog cursing that he did in spite of the david and goliath difference in size it would be less than justice to deny that a very fair dog fight took place it was so animated in truth that the one expert in such matters who was present found himself warmly interested genesis relieved himself of the burden of the wash tub upon his back dropped the handle of that other in which he had a half interest and watched the combat his mouth like his eyes wide open in simple pleasure he was not destined to enjoy the spectacle to the uttermost a furious young person struck him a frantic though harmless blow with a pink parasol you stopped him she screamed you make that horrible dog stop or i'll have you arrested genesis rushed forward you clem he shouted and instantly clematis was but a whitish and brownish streak along the hedge he ran like a dog in a moving picture when they speed the film and he shot from sight once more around the corner while floppit still cursing was seized and squeezed in his mysticism embrace but she was not satisfied where's that laundry man with the tin thing on his head she demanded he ought to be arrested for having such a dog it's his dog isn't it where is he genesis turned and looked round about the horizon mystified williams silvanus baxter and the clothes boiler had disappeared from sight if he owns that dog asserted the still furious owner or floppet i will have him arrested where is he where is that laundry man why he genesis began slowly he ain't no laundry he came to an uncertain pause if she chose to assume with quick feminine intuition that the dog was...

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chapter 4 of 17 this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by jonathan burchard april 2009 17 by booth tarkington chapter 4 genesis and clematis genesis and his dog were waiting just outside the kitchen door and of all the world these two creatures were probably the last in whose company william sylvanus baxter desired to make a public appearance genesis was an out-of-doors man and seldom made much of a toilet his overalls in particular betraying at important points a lack of the anxiety he should have felt since only genesis himself instead of a supplementary fabric was directly underneath them and the aged grayish sleeveless and necklace garment which sheltered him from waste to collarbone could not have been mistaken for a jersey even though what there was of it was dimly of a jersey-esque character upon the feet of genesis were things which careful study would have revealed to be patent leather dancing pumps long dead and several times buried and upon his head pressing down his markedly criminal ears was a once darby hat of a brown not far from genesis own color though decidedly without his gloss a large ring of strange metals with the stone missing adorned a finger of his right hand and from a corner of his mouth projected an unlighted and spreading cigar stub which had the appearance of belonging to its present owner merely by rite of salvage and genesis dog scratching himself at his master's feet was the true compliment of genesis for although he was a youngish dog and had not long been the property of genesis he was a dog that would have been recognized anywhere in the world as a colored person's dog he was not a special breed of dog though there was something rather hound-like about him he was just a dog his expression was grateful but anxious and he was unusually bald upon the bosom but otherwise whitish and brownish with a gaunt haunting face and no power to look anybody in the eye he rose apprehensively as the fuming william came out of the kitchen but he was prepared to follow his master faithfully and when william and genesis reach the street the dog was discovered at their heels whereupon william came to a decisive halt send that dog back he said resolutely i'm not going through the streets with a dog like that anyhow janice is chuckled he ain't going back he said ain't nobody can make that dog go back i ain't had him on two weeks but i don't believe president united states could make that dog go back i'll show you and wheeling suddenly he made ferocious gestures shouting gone back dog the dog turned ran back a few paces halted and then began to follow again whereupon genesis pretended to hurl stones at him but the animal only repeated his maneuver and he repeated it once more when william aided genesis by using actual missiles which were dodged with almost careless adeptness i'll show him said william hotly i'll show him he can't follow me he charged upon the dog shouting fiercely and this seemed to do the work for the hunted animal abandoning his partial flights turned to tucked undertale ran all the way back to the alley and disappeared from sight there said william i guess that'll show him i ain't bitten on it said genesis as they went on he never did stop following me yet i reckon he the fallingest dog in the world named clem well he can't follow me said the surging william in whose mind's eye lingered the vision of an exquisite doglet with pink ribbon throat and a cottony head bobbing gently over a filmy sleeve he doesn't come within a mile of me no matter what his name is named klim for sure said genesis amiably i traded a mandolin for him what had her neck kind of busted off on one side i couldn't play her know-how and i found her anyways yes sir i trade in that mandolin for him because always did like to have me a good dog but i didn't have me no name for him and this year bluey bowers what i traded in the mandel into he said he didn't have no name for him say nev didn't know if was a...

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