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The old woman's dead. Tommy's staying at Welch's. My man's reportin' it this mornin'. Poor old woman, went off easy, I guess, but it's hard on the kid. Say, Miss, you oughtn' get close to her. It's awful catchin' and you c'n tell by the look o' her she's got it, too." And the neighbor edged away from Susy. In a sort of stupefied horror Robin looked at the neighbor, the wretched house and Susy.
She was nice an' sof'-goin'. Us was glad when she stayed on de plantation. "Nex' thing I knowed us all b'longed to Marse Withers. He was from de nawth an' he didn' have no wife. I knows a-plenty what I oughtn' tell to ladies. Twant de marsters whut was so mean. Twas dem po' white trash overseers an' agents. Dey was mean; dey was meaner dan bulldogs. Yes'm, wives made a big diffe'nce.
From their glances Clayton saw that Easter was the subject of it. "I guess they don't want her to shoot-them that hain't won nothin'," said Uncle Tommy. She hev come in late," Clayton heard one say, " 'n' she oughtn' to shoot. Thar hain't no chance shootin' ag'in her noways, 'n' I'm in favor o' barrin' her out." Oh no; let her shoot "-the voice was Raines's.
"Are you afraid to go with me a little way and show me just where he is?" he asked. "No, but you oughtn' ter go." "Come on, then! You must mind me if you wish to keep my good will. I know what I'm about." As in his former encounter, his weapon was again a long, tough whipstock with a leather thong attached. This he cut off and put in his pocket, then followed Jane's rapid lead up the hill.
I done knowed I oughtn' take it, I guess." "Of course you did. Of course you did. That's just it. You knew you were stealing, and still you took it. Has the man to whom this negro sold the lead pipe been apprehended yet?" the judge inquired sharply of the district attorney. "He should be, for he's more guilty than this negro, a receiver of stolen goods." "Yes, sir," replied the assistant.
"Candace," said Cato, gently, "you's gittin' too hot." "Cato, you shut up!" said Candace, turning sharp round. "What did I make you dat ar' flip for, 'cept you was so hoarse you oughtn' for to say a word? Pootty business, you go to agitatin' yourself wid dese yer! Ef you wear out your poor old throat talkin', you may get de 'sumption; and den what'd become o' me?"
"Doctuh," said Green, "de w'ite folks is talkin' 'bout lynchin' Sandy Campbell fer killin' ole Mis' Ochiltree. He never done it, an' dey oughtn' ter be 'lowed ter lynch 'im." "They ought not to lynch him, even if he committed the crime," returned Miller, "but still less if he didn't. What do you know about it?"
Wat fer you take me? I'd ruther lib in a corn-crib. Freedom needn't keep me outer heben; an' ef I'se sich a fool as ter lose my 'ligion cause I'se free, I oughtn' ter git dere." "But, Aunt Linda, if old Miss were able to take care of you, wouldn't you just as leave be back again?" There was a faint quiver of indignation in Aunt Linda's voice, as she replied: "Don't yer want yer freedom?
Jane shook her head. "Oh, then you must have some right away." "Don't want any. I want to die. I oughtn' ter been born." "Tell me your troubles, Jane. Perhaps I can help you." "No, you'd be like the rest. They all hate me and make me feel I'm in the way. He's the only one that didn't make me feel like a stray cat, and now he's gone and got married," and the child sobbed aloud.
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