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I seen a buzzard flying around in front of our line, and I says to myself, "Buzzard, you is in a mighty dangerous position. You better git out uf dat, 'cause dey ain't room out dar for a muskeeter." Another remarked, 'Say, did you see dat man Brown; pity dat man been killed. He'd a been a corporal, sho. "In the utter exhaustion of the moment all race and social distinctions were forgotten.
"Ef Ole Miss 'ud been yer thoo' dis las' war, dar wouldn't er been no slue-footed Yankees a-foolin' roun' her parlour. She'd uv up en show'd 'em de do' " "Are all Yankees slue-footed, Uncle Ish?" "All dose I seed, honey des' es slue-footed.
Whar's ye lived all yer days, if ye don' know de stars when ye sees 'em?" "Who owns 'em? and what they stuck up ther for?" asked the child, somewhat encouraged. "Who owns 'em? Hi! dey's de property ob de Lord ob heaben, chile, I reckons; and dey's put dar to gib us light o'nights. Jest see 'em shine! and what a sight of 'em dar is, too; nobody can't count 'em noway.
He said something about the village being so pretty; but Dick Lee had been staring eagerly in all directions, and replied with, "Jes' one little mite of a patch ob water! Is dar any fish to ketch?" "Fish? In that pond?" said Fuz. "Why, it's alive with 'em. The people of Grantley just live on fish."
Then he saw Agrippa lying flat on his face and August Där Nol bending over him with clenched fists. "You cur!" cried August. "You knew well enough that he couldn't stand hearing the truth. You can't have any heart in your body!" This much Jan heard, but as anything in the way of fighting or quarrelling was contrary to his nature, he went on up the hill, without mixing in the fray.
He stayed dyar 'bout two hours, an' when he come out Mr. Barbour come out to de gate wid 'im an' shake han's arfter he got up in de saddle. Den we all rode off. 'Twuz late den good dark; an' we rid ez hard ez we could, tell we come to de ole school-house at ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin's gate. When we got dar Marse Chan got down an' walked right slow 'roun' de house.
He say, 'What you prayin' 'bout? An you say, 'Oh, Marster I'se jes prayin' to Jesus cause I wants to go to Heaven when I dies. An Marster say, 'Youse my negro. I git ye to Heaven. Git up off'n your knees. De white folks what owned slaves thought that when dey go to Heaven de collored folk's would be dar to wait on em.
"Dar now," said Nimbus exultingly; "I 'llowed dar mus' be somethin' wrong 'bout it. They kep' tellin' me that you 'posed it, an' tole de Capting dat it couldn't never be held here wid your consent while you wuz in de school." "So I did." "You don't say? an' now yer's changed yer mind." "I have not changed my mind at all." "No? Den what made you say yer hadn't no 'jections, just now."
Dat's him dat bothered me so much to-day. I'd like to smoke him for it! Gorra! if he hain't woke. Dar take dat!" The savage, who had been awakened and alarmed by the voice of the negro, received a smashing blow in his face, that straightened him out completely.
"Hold his ground," groaned Dan, with feverish enthusiasm, "why, he could hold a hencoop, for the matter of that, against the whole of North America! Oh, but this is worse than fighting. I must get up!" "You don' wanter git out dar in dat mess er skeered rabbits," returned Big Abel.
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