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"Ay, ay; I've been havin' a crack wi' old Cap'n Burroughs, since mun comed whoam, and he've a been tellin' me all about ye. Garge, I'm proud of 'e, boy and so be madam here, too, I'll be boun' for 'twas I that made a sailor of 'e by givin' of 'e thicky toy bwoat, a matter o' twelve or vourteen year agone 'tis now. My goodness me! how time du vly, to be sure.
"Yess'm, that same ole hen, blame her fool soul! She's mo' bother'n she's wuf. I 'clare, ever' time I takes them er' chickens out fer a walk that ole Sar' Ann hen, she boun' fer to go off by herse'f somewheres, she's that briggotty; an' first thing I knows, dar she is in trouble again low down, no 'count thing, I say!" "Poor old Sarah!" said Mary Ellen.
"It's got so I dunno what to do, and it's boun' to come out some time er ruther." He threw the door open then, and I stepped inside, Halsey close behind. In the sitting-room the old negro turned with quiet dignity to Halsey. "You bettah sit down, sah," he said. "It's a place for a woman, sah." Things were not turning out the way Halsey expected.
The man grinned. The answer seemed to appeal to him, and he lowered the weapon, although he did not relax his watchfulness. "I got the drop on you, Johnny Reb; you're boun' to admit that," he said. "You didn't ketch Seth Perkins nappin'." "I admit it. But why do you call me Johnny Reb?" "Because that's what you are.
I lubs de bery name of freedom. I'se been praying and hoping for it dese many years. An' ef I warn't boun', I would go wid you ter-morrer. I won't put a straw in your way. You boys go, and my prayers will go wid you. I can't go, it's no use. I'se gwine to stay on de ole place till Marse Robert comes back, or is brought back."
Noo that we're really boun' for the Front, in a day or so, things is different at least I'm feelin' different. Dinna laugh! I I dinna want to ha'e ony enemies but the Germans. I've jist been an' kissed ma aunt dammit! An' noo' he caught her hand, pulled her to him 'I'm gaun to kiss you! There! He turned and bolted. Christina's hand went to her cheek, and fell back to her side.
She ain't very tall, but she makes me feel littler'n her when she looks at me. She's twenty-four or five, mebby, but I'm a bum guesser at a dame's age. "'Dis pusson boun' he gwine to see you an' I boun' he ain', Miss Sally, says the nigger woman. The little dame comes out on the porch. "'I am Miss Goodloe, she says to me. 'What do you wish?
"Looke! yonder's the old skunk hisself, on the spotted hoss!" "You think it is they, Rube?" inquired Seguin. "Sure as shootin', cap." "But where are the rest of his band? These are not all." "They ain't far off, I'll be boun'. Hish-sh! I hear them a-comin'." "Yonder's a crowd! Look, boys! look!" Through the fog, now floating away, a dark body of mounted men were seen coming up the opposite side.
Aunt Chloe, who was much revered in the kitchen, was listened to with open mouth; and, the dinner being now fairly sent in, the whole kitchen was at leisure to gossip with her, and to listen to her remarks. "Sich'll be burnt up forever, and no mistake; won't ther?" said Andy. "I'd be glad to see it, I'll be boun'," said little Jake. "Chil'en!" said a voice, that made them all start.
"The band," continued Rube, "needn't come to the Peenyun spring no howsomever. They kin cross the war-trail higher up to to'rst the Heely, an' meet us on t'other side o' the mountain, whur thur's a grist o' game, both cattle an' buffler. A plenty o' both on the ole mission lands, I'll be boun'. We'd hev to go thur anyways.
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