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Uncle Isam, whose knees were crippled with rheumatism, and Docia, who had a "stitch" in her side whenever she stooped, were the only servants that remained with her, and the nursing of these was usually added to the pitiless drudgery of her winter.
He lives five miles away, you know, and works across the river at Farrar's Mills." "Uncle Isam!" exclaimed Christopher, wonderingly; "why, what do I know about the man? I haven't laid eyes on him for the last ten years." "But he wants help now, so of course he's come to you, and as he's walked all the distance equally of course he'll stay to supper.
Hit looks pow'ful like dey wuz gwine ter run twel dey bofe drap down daid, so I done come all dis way atter a dose er dem bitters ole miss use ter gin us befo' de wah." "Well, I never!" said Cynthia, laughing. "I believe he means the brown bitters mother used to make for chills and fever. I'm very sorry, Uncle Isam, but we haven't any. We don't keep it any longer."
"Do you know anything about the statement made by the prisoner?" "Naw, sir." "Fritz Helmetag." As Isam withdrew, a middle-aged man took the stand, and in answer to Mr. Dunbar's questions deposed: "That he was 'bridge tender' on the railroad, and lived in a cottage not far from the water tank.
'You des pay de preacher, days wat I tell 'em, 'en I'se gwine do all de mah'yin' days ter be done'; en w'en de preacher done got thoo wid me en Eve, I stood right up in de chu'ch an axed ef dey wus any udder nigger 'ooman es 'ud like ter do a little mah'yin'? 'Hit's es easy ter mah'y a dozen es ter mah'y one, I holler out." "Oh, Uncle Isam! No wonder Aunt Eve was angry.
"Dis yer stuff ain' no cawfy," grumbled Aunt Pony, taking the boiler from the crane; "hit ain' nuttin' but dishwater, I don' cyar who done made hit." Then, as the door opened to admit Uncle Isam with a bucket from the spring, she divided her scorn equally between him and the coffee-pot. "You needn't be a-castin' er you nets into dese yer pains," she observed cynically.
"At what hour, do you think?" "The town clock was a strikin' two, jes as I passed the express office, at the station." "Now, Isam, tell the Court whom you saw, and what happened; and be very careful in all you say, remembering you are on your oath."
Put what medicines you have in the cart; I'll take them over to the old fool." "Good Lord!" said Tom, and mechanically got out of his blue jean clothes. "Now don't be a downright ass, Christopher," put in Jim Weatherby. "You've got your mother on your hands, you know, and what under heaven have you to do with Uncle Isam?
You see, me en Eve we hed done 'sperunce mah'age gwine n fifty years, but we ain' nuver 'sperunce de ceremony twel las' watermillion time." "Why, Uncle Isam, did she leave you because of that? Here, draw up to the table and eat your supper, while I get down the age-book and find your birth."
He left Beryl's chair, and once more approached the jury, "Isam Hornbuckle." A negro man, apparently sixty years old, limped into the witness stand, and having been sworn, stood leaning on his stick, staring uneasily about him. "What is your name?" "Isam Clay Hornbuckle." "Where do you live?" "Nigh the forks of the road, close to 'Possum Ridge." "How far from town?"
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