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Soon as he lef' us Baby Mars, he'd want to eat; send me ovah to de grocery fo sardines an' oysters. Nevah see no body lak oyster lak he do! Ah do n' lak dem. Ol Mars. scold him say he not only lazy hese'f, but he make me lazy too." "De Wah? But de Rebels now, I recollect dey had no uniforms fo dey wuz hard up, an dey cum in jes common clothes. Ol' Mars., he were a Rebel, an he always he'p 'em.
I been kinder lookin' arfter Miss Ann sence she wa' a gal an' I always said ter myself, 'Now when my mistis marries I'll go a courtin' but not befo'. I had kinder took up with Mandy, a moughty likely gal back there jes' after the wa' and me'n her had been a talkin' moughty sof' befo' Miss Ann lef' home that time when the ol' place burnt up.
But Lawd knows dey ain' no tellin' whar she'd go, 'less'n she got her min' back sence she lef'." Tryon's mare was in good condition. He had money in his pocket and nothing to interfere with his movements.
The old time religin' is passin' away, an' I'm all that's lef' of Zion." The Bishop smiled. "Yes, you see befo' you all that's lef' of Zion. I'se been longin' to see you an' have a talk with you thinkin' maybe you cud he'p me out. You kno' me and you is Hard-shells." The Bishop nodded. "We 'blieves in repentince an' fallin' from grace, an' backslidin' an' all that," she went on.
The jar brought down from the low eaves a few feathery flakes of snow, which fell upon her hair as she stood there with him. "Don't say nuthin' 'bout'n it," she implored. "He can't abide ter hear it spoke of." "What ails dad's hand?" he asked, bewildered. "It's gone!" she sobbed. "He war over ter the sawmill the day ye lef' somehow 'nuther the saw cotched it the doctor tuk it off."
I fotch him back an' he gin me de poun', which war five dollars, an' he lef' for Norfolk, bein' mitey glad dat I had carrid him to de Lake." "Tony, did he tell you anything about his trip?" inquired Mr. Woodward. "Yas, sar," replied the old man.
"A cabin, sah; 'tain't so awful big, but Massa Donaldson he uster sleep dar off an' on." "The young lady could rest there then?" "Sure she cud. 'Twas all fixed up fine afore we lef Saint Louee. Ah'll show yer de way, Missus." She rose to her feet rather eagerly, and stood with one hand resting against the trunk of a small tree. Her eyes met mine, and endeavored a smile.
After a while, she relapsed into her quiet sobbing. "I think maybe he done tuk dat key. I knows he done lef' me durin' de night, an' I b'lieve he done come back. But I ain't gwine say nothin'. Maybe I don' know. Maybe I is mistuk. De whole thing done got too mix' up fuh me. Maybe he kilt her an' maybe he ain' been nigh de place. But I wish I coul' know. My holy Lawd!
"Last night I dreamed and dreamed. She was laughing and happy and wasn't cryin' any more." "Oh! Maybe she knows ol' Cousin Dink is gone off an' lef' us. I reckon that would make her smile," suggested Peter. "I wisht I could dream 'bout her an' Daddy. One time I did dream 'bout him before we come here to live but I thought that time he was a p'liceman an' was gonter git us."
Marster Amos wuz a great hunter en had lots ob dogs en me en mah cousin had de job ob cookin' dog food en feedin' de dogs. One day de marster went huntin' en lef three dogs in de pen fer us ter feed. One ob de dogs licked out ob de pan en we got a bunch ob switches en started wearin' de dogs out. We thought de marster wuz miles 'way w'en he walked up on us.
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