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Poe, Edgar Allen

"The Gold-Bug"

Jupiter's countenance wore,
for some minutes, as deadly a pallor as it is possible, in the
nature of things, for any negro's visage to assume. He seemed
stupefied --thunder-stricken. Presently he fell upon his knees in
the pit, and, burying his naked arms up to the elbows in gold, let
them there remain, as if enjoying the luxury of a bath. At length,
with a deep sigh, he exclaimed, as if in a soliloquy.
"And dis all cum ob de goole-bug! de putty goole-bug! de poor little
goole-bug, what I boosed in dat sabage kind ob style! Ain't you shamed
ob yourself, nigger? --answer me dat!"
It became necessary, at last, that I should arouse both master and
valet to the expediency of removing the treasure. It was growing late,
and it behooved us to make exertion, that we might get every thing
housed before daylight. It was difficult to say what should be done;
and much time was spent in deliberation --so confused were the ideas
of all. We, finally, lightened the box by removing two thirds of its
contents, when we were enabled, with some trouble, to raise it from
the hole.


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