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22673	Devereux, Margaret	Plantation Sketches			.txt	text/plain	31476	1452	80	At sunset, the tired little ones begin to look out for the white true-hearted as the dear, primitive people of that good old time. Two Bob Whites were standing beneath the old thorn-bush at the far end Before long there was a little white egg in the nest, and Bob White Yes, the reapers had come, and with them came Nip. Yes, there he was, showing that ugly little red tongue of his, and Away down upon the creek the little gristmill stands silent; the old But, when morning comes and brings no little Dave, wrath gives place little cart creaked through the gate; but up at the "great house" [2] As this is a true tale of an old-time plantation negro, I think it gone since little Billy was laid to rest in the old burying-ground, At length the gray gables of the little mill house came into view, and	./cache/22673.txt	./txt/22673.txt