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Mr.(Windows API Declare Function AddFontResource Lib "gdi32" Alias "AddFontResourceA" (ByVal lpFileName As String) As Long) Shelby did not know what to say, and so he said, Indeed!Now, Ive been laughed at for my notions, sir, and Ive been talked to.(Windows API Declare Function AddFontResource Lib "gdi32" Alias "AddFontResourceA" (ByVal lpFileName As String) As Long) They ant poplar, and they ant common; but I stuck to em, sir; Ive stuck to em, and realized well on em; yes, sir, they have paid their passage, I may say, and the trader laughed at his joke.(Windows API Declare Function AddFontResource Lib "gdi32" Alias "AddFontResourceA" (ByVal lpFileName As String) As Long)There was something so piquant and original in these elucidations of humanity, that Mr. Shelby could not help laughing in company. Perhaps you laugh too, dear reader; but you know humanity comes out in a variety of strange forms now-a-days, and there is no end to the odd things that humane people will say and do.Mr. Shelbys laugh encouraged the trader to proceed.Its strange, now, but I never could beat this into peoples heads. Now, there was Tom Loker, my old partner, down in Natchez; he was a clever fellow, Tom was, only the very devil with niggers,on principle t was, you see, for a better hearted feller never broke bread; t was his system, sir. I used to talk to Tom. Why, Tom, I used to say, when your gals takes on and cry, whats the use o crackin on em over the head, and knockin on em round? Its ridiculous, says I, and dont do no sort o good. Why, I dont see no harm in their cryin, says I; its natur, says I, and if natur cant blow off one way, it will another. Besides, Tom, says I, it jest spiles your gals; they get sickly, and down in the mouth; and sometimes they gets ugly,particular yallow gals do,and its the devil and all gettin on em broke in. Now, says I, why cant you kinder coax em up, and speak em fair? Depend on it, Tom, a little humanity, thrown in along, goes a heap further than all your jawin and crackin; and it pays better, says I, depend on t. But Tom couldnt get the hang on t; and he spiled so many for me, that I had to break off with him, though he was a good-hearted fellow, and as fair a business hand as is goind1
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Mr.(Windows API Declare Function AddFontResource Lib "gdi32" Alias "AddFontResourceA" (ByVal lpFileName As String) As Long) Shelby did not know what to say, and so he said, Indeed!Now, Ive been laughed at for my notions, sir, and Ive been talked to.(Windows API Declare Function AddFontResource Lib "gdi32" Alias "AddFontResourceA" (ByVal lpFileName As String) As Long) They ant poplar, and they ant common; but I stuck to em, sir; Ive stuck to em, and realized well on em; yes, sir, they have paid their passage, I may say, and the trader laughed at his joke.(Windows API Declare Function AddFontResource Lib "gdi32" Alias "AddFontResourceA" (ByVal lpFileName As String) As Long)There was something so piquant and original in these elucidations of humanity, that Mr. Shelby could not help laughing in company. Perhaps you laugh too, dear reader; but you know humanity comes out in a variety of strange forms now-a-days, and there is no end to the odd things that humane people will say and do.Mr. Shelbys laugh encouraged the trader to proceed.Its strange, now, but I never could beat this into peoples heads. Now, there was Tom Loker, my old partner, down in Natchez; he was a clever fellow, Tom was, only the very devil with niggers,on principle t was, you see, for a better hearted feller never broke bread; t was his system, sir. I used to talk to Tom. Why, Tom, I used to say, when your gals takes on and cry, whats the use o crackin on em over the head, and knockin on em round? Its ridiculous, says I, and dont do no sort o good. Why, I dont see no harm in their cryin, says I; its natur, says I, and if natur cant blow off one way, it will another. Besides, Tom, says I, it jest spiles your gals; they get sickly, and down in the mouth; and sometimes they gets ugly,particular yallow gals do,and its the devil and all gettin on em broke in. Now, says I, why cant you kinder coax em up, and speak em fair? Depend on it, Tom, a little humanity, thrown in along, goes a heap further than all your jawin and crackin; and it pays better, says I, depend on t. But Tom couldnt get the hang on t; and he spiled so many for me, that I had to break off with him, though he was a good-hearted fellow, and as fair a business hand as is goind1
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