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If Pomp could git along dar, you kin, Mah'sr Harry! Did ye go out dar, sure 'nuff, you Pomp? Mind, if ye didn't, I'll lick ye!" "Yes, I did," said Pomp; "clar out dar an' back agin." "Then I'll try it," cried Harry; and clambering around the trunk of the tree, he jumped off as far as he could toward shore.
I jist keep right straight along, an' I kin beat dat dar ole mule, all holler. Jist gim me yer letters, an' I'll tote 'em ober dar fur ten cents. Ye see I wuz cotched on dis side de creek, an' wuz jist comin ober to see Aunt Judy, when she telled me ob dis job. I'll tote yer letters, Mah'sr Harry, fur ten cents fur de bag-full."
"Yes, it's me," said the man. "Shake hands, Aunt Matilda." "I thought you was down in Mississippi; Mah'sr George," said the old woman; "and I thought you was gwine to stay dar." "Couldn't do it," said the man. "It didn't suit me, down there. Five years of it was enough for me." "Enough fur dem, too, p'r'aps!" said Aunt Matilda, with a grim chuckle.
The man took no notice of her remark, but said: "I didn't intend to stop here, but I heard such a barking and screaming in your cabin, that I turned out of my way to see what the row was about. I've just come up from the railroad. Does old Michaels keep store here yet?" "No, he don't," said Aunt Matilda; "he's dead. Mah'sr Darby keeps dar now." "Is that so?" cried the man.
"Old Mah'sr Truly Mathers 'splained dat to me, 'bout years." "Well, then," said Gregory, ready with his pencil, "which is it?" Dick Ford happened to know a little on the subject, and so he told Gregory how he should put down "B. C." for "before Christ," and "A. C." for "after Christ," and that "A. C." was right for this year. This was set down in Gregory's most careful lettering.
At a turn in the wood, he met a negro boy with a tin bucket on his head. Harry knew him. It was Tom Haskins. "Hello, Tom!" said Harry, stopping for a moment; "I want you." "What you want, Mah'sr Harry?" asked Tom. "I want you to come to Aunt Judy's cabin and carry some messages over to Hetertown for me." "When you want me?" said Tom; "to-morrer mornin'?" "No; I want you to-night. This minute.
The contract to carry these letters and messages to and from the mines had been given to Miles's employer, and the steady negro man had been taken off the mail-route to attend to this new business. "Well, Miles," said Harry, as he overtook him. "How do you like riding on this road?" "How d' y', Mah'sr Harry?
So, look out! An' bress your soul, Mah'sr Harry, I did have to look out, fur sich a drefful time as I did have, 'specially wid dat yaller hoss, I nebber did see." When Harry's mother heard that he had gone off to try and meet the horse-hunters she was quite anxious about him. But Mr. Loudon laughed at her fears.
"Why, ye see, Mah'sr Harry," said the old man, "she's so drefful lonesome down dar all by sheself, and sometimes it's a-rainin' an' a long way fur me to go home and git me wrapper all wet jist fur one little meal o' wittles.
Uncle Braddock stood silent for a few minutes, and then he said: "Well, Mah'sr Harry, dis is jist de truf; dem ar boys, dey ses to me dat ef I come foolin' around dere any more, dey'd jist chop me up, ole wrapper an' all, and haul me off fur kindlin' wood. Dey say I was dry enough. An' dey needn't a made sich a fuss about it, fur I didn't trouble 'em much; hardly eber went nigh 'em.
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