Bricks Without Straw by Albion Winegar Tourgée
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"Oh, yes, sah; dat we hab, dis smart while." "Then you want to be registered. This is the place. Got a half-dollar?" "Yes, sah?" "Let's have it." The colored man took out some bills, and with much difficulty endeavored to make a selection; finally, handing one doubtfully toward the clerk, he asked, "Is dat a one-dollah, sah?" "No, that is a five, but I can change it." "No, I'se got it h'yer," said the other hastily, as he dove again into his pockets, brought out some pieces of fractional currency and handed them one by one to the officer until he said he had enough. "Well," said the clerk as he took up his pen and prepared to fill out the blank, "what is your name?" "My name's Nimbus, sah." "Nimbus what?" "Nimbus nuffin', sah; jes' Nimbus." "But you must have another |
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