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So one day I comes in dah whar de big officers was, in de parlor, an' I drops a kurtchy, so, an' I up an' tole 'em 'bout my Henry, dey a-listenin' to my troubles jist de same as if I was white folks; an' I says, 'What I come for is beca'se if he got away and got up Norf whar you gemmen comes from, you might 'a' seen him, maybe, an' could tell me so as I could fine him ag'in; he was very little, an' he had a sk-yar on his lef' wris' an' at de top of his forehead. Den dey look mournful, an' de Gen'l says, 'How long sence you los' him? an' I say, 'Thirteen year. Den de Gen'l say, 'He wouldn't be little no mo' now he's a man!
I git tempted and fall into sin before I know it. I'm sufferin' remorse now beca'se I set my old dominique hen twice and cheated her into hatchin' two broods of chickens without givin' her a day's rest between settin's! My remorse is worse beca'se a man can't apologize to a hen or make restitution!"
All the tornado an' buckin'-bronco business may be a waste of talk. Het tuck to you in the fust place beca'se you sorter held a tight rein over 'er, an', if I'm any judge, Alf Henley, with all his easy ways an' indulgence, hain't driv' her over any smooth road.
"Beca'se and because," said Ralph, "when you see the Jibbenainosay, thar's always abbregynes in the cover. I never seed the crittur before, but I reckon it war he, for thar's nothing like him in natur'. And so I'm for cutting out of the forest jist on the track of a streak of lightning, now hy'yar, now thar, but on a full run without stopping.
"You see," Peter had remarked to his wife, "Ab works more'n I do; mebby it's beca'se he's a chawin' man a smokin' man has to set down to smoke to do any good, while a chawin' man kin use both hands at any job, an' jest squirt when an' whar he wants to." Peter went to a window, while Ab was watching the movement of the loom, and looked across the fields.
Well, dat was her word. I don't ever forgit it, beca'se she said it so much, an' beca'se she said it one day when my little Henry tore his wris' awful, and most busted 'is head, right up at de top of his forehead, an' de niggers didn't fly aroun' fas' enough to 'tend to him.
Luke, you go bring Brother Jones an' his friend, an' wait fer us out at the wagon." "Why cayn't we fetch the dinner in heer an' not have to sit on the damp ground?" suggested Bradley. "Beca'se, gumption! they won't have us greasin' up the benches that folks set on in the'r best duds," she retorted. "Besides, the pine straw will keep us off'n the ground, ef you ain't too lazy to rake it up."
"I was talkin' in the abstrac'," said the yellow horse, in an altered voice. "Abstrac' be switched! Ez I've said, it's this yer blamed abstrac' business that makes the young uns cut up in the Concord; an' abstrac' or no abstrac', he crep' on an' on till he come to killin' plain an' straight killin' them as never done him no harm, jest beca'se they owned horses."
"I was talkin' in the abstrac'," said the yellow horse, in an altered voice. "Abstrac' be switched! Ez I've said, it's this yer blamed abstrac' business that makes the young uns cut up in the Concord; an' abstrac' or no abstrac', he crep' on an' on till he come to killin' plain an' straight killin' them as never done him no harm, jest beca'se they owned horses."
"Beca'se, Mistah Swift, dere's a pow'ful monstrous tree trunk right across de road at a place whar yo' cain't see it till yo' gits right on top ob it. Ef yo' done hit dat ar tree on yo' lickity-split machine, yo' suah would land in kingdom come. Doan't go down dat hill!" Tom leaped off his machine and approached the colored man.
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