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After the mast was gone he still let them run and would go out with a basket of corn and feed them. He's dumb, he can't holler. He called them by pounding with a rock on a dead snag. Since the woodpecker's came this spring them fool hawgs have nigh 'bout run themselves to death." "Here, boy, take your gun; there's a squirrel." "That's right; give her here." "He's a nice fat one."
"'No, Solomon, sez Mars Jeems, shakin' his head, en speakin' sorter slow en sad, 'I ain' be'n sick, but I's had a monst'us bad dream, fac', a reg'lar, nach'ul nightmare. But tell me how things has be'n gwine on up ter de plantation sence I be'n gone, Solomon. "So Solomon up en tol' 'im 'bout de craps, en 'bout de hosses en de mules, en 'bout de cows en de hawgs.
'Long in de atternoon, ole mis' sot Hannibal ter weedin' de flowers in de front gya'den, en Hannibal dug up all de bulbs ole mis' had sont erway fer, en paid a lot er money fer, en tuk 'em down ter de hawg-pen by de ba'nya'd, en fed 'em ter de hawgs.
The hawgs run through the woods like fire on dry grass, an' I be 'feared they skeered the stranger man's horse he had none whenst I seen him, though. I hearn loud talkin', or hollerin', a cornsiderable piece off, an' then gallopin' hoofs" "More horses than one, do you think?" demanded the coroner. "Oh, how kin I swear to that? I seen none.
Fur when I got thar, this man war lyin' in the herder's trail, bruised and bloody oh, like ye see an' his eyes opened; an' he gin a sort o' gasp whenst I tuk his han' an' he war dead. An' I skeered the hawgs, an' they skeered his horse, an' he killed him; an' I be 'sponsible fur it all, an' I wisht ye'd hang me fur it quick, an' be done with it!"
'Long in de atternoon, ole mis' sot Hannibal ter weedin' de flowers in de front gyahden, en Hannibal dug up all de bulbs ole mis' had sont erway fer, en paid a lot er money fer, en tuk 'em down ter de hawg-pen by de ba'nya'd, en fed 'em ter de hawgs.
"In co'hse I nevah done it," explained the preacher, "I had some hawgs of mah own. Mah hawgs had an under-bit an' an ovah-bit in dere eahs, an' de ones I's 'cused o' stealin', dey had only an ovah-bit. But heah dey's got me, holdin' me foh de pen."
Elder Pill was on the best terms with them as he watched the milk being skimmed out of the "submerged cans" ready for the "caaves and hawgs," as Mrs. Buttles called them. "Uncle told you t' come here 'nd stay t' supper, did he? What's come over him?" said the girl, with a sort of audacious humor. "Bill has an awful grutch agin preachers," said Mrs. Buttles, as she wiped her hands on her apron.
"I don't see why father should want your land," Sheila told him gravely, much disturbed at this unexpected development. "There is plenty of land here." She swept a hand toward the plains. "There ain't enough for some people," grimly laughed Doubler. "Some people is hawgs askin' your pardon, ma'am. I wasn't expectin' your father to be like that, after seein' you.
Hit's all right fer hawgs ter fatten but hit don't become a man none. Myself I disgusts gutty fellers." Cal Maggard had drawn out his pipe and was slowly filling it. As though the thought were an amusing one he inquired drawlingly: "Be he one of ther fellers thet seeks ter wed Harper's gal, too?" At that question Rowlett snorted his disdain. "Him? Thet tub of fat-meat?
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