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He had not been a candidate for justice of the peace for nothing; he had absorbed something of the methods and spirit of the law through sheer propinquity to the office. "We-uns wouldn't be persumed ter know." And he ungrudgingly gave himself all the benefit of the doubt that the law accords. "That's a true word!" exclaimed Stephen, quick to console his conscience. "Jes' look at the fac's, now.
We have offered time and time again to build you a house fo’ buzzuds, they bein’ the only birds hyearabouts, but you ’low that you ain’t fav’ble to tamin’ ’em." "I wuz raised in Tennessee, an’ we-uns had a house for martins made out’n gourds, an’ it was pearty." The pride with which she repeated this particular claim to honor in an alien land never diminished with repetition.
His understanding, however, was blunted in some sort, it seemed to him, for he could make no sense of Nick Peters's observation as he took him by the arm, although afterward it became plain enough. "Ye'll hev ter go an' 'bide along o' we-uns fur awhile, Mr. Sneed," he said, choking with the laughter of some occult happy thought.
"I mought hev knowed that we-uns war a-goin' ter hev this spell o' weather by the sign o' the warpin'-bars fallin' las' night," said John Grow, stamping off the snow as he came in from feeding his horse. "I hope 'tain't no worse sign," said his wife. "But I misdoubts." And she sighed heavily. "'Tain't no sign at all," said Solomon suddenly. He could keep his secret no longer.
When the first light stole in under the door and the biddies began to stir uneasily on their roosts Unc' Billy's anxiety would allow him to keep still no longer. "Don' yo' think we-uns better make up and get out of here, Brer Skunk?" he ventured. "I don't mind staying here; it's very comfortable," replied Jimmy, looking up at Unc' Billy in a way that made him most uncomfortable.
Have you forgotten the men who carried Hanson away in the night?" "No, I ain't; and that's what makes me so mad. We-uns about here can't do nothing with that money Say! mebbe I could tell you something else if you'll promise never to let on about it." "All right. I never will," answered Allison, who was becoming impatient to hear all the man had on his mind.
She was monstrous lovin' to we-uns; an' th' way she scrubbed an' fixed up my ol' pa when he comes home from the break-up o' Terry's Rangers, with his ol' carcass 'bout as full o' rents an' holes as his ragged gray war clothes! Allus have tho't ef I could git to find a gal stuck on me like mammy on pa, I'd drop my rope on her, throw her into th' home ranch pasture, an' nail up th' gate fer keeps."
"Well," said General Stanley, "we came down here because we were obliged to come. Your people commenced a war, and we are trying to help you end it." "We-uns didn't want to fight, no-how. You-uns went and made the war so as to steal our niggers." The woman acknowledged that neither her husband nor herself ever owned negroes, or ever expected to do so.
We-uns owe it obejiunce, like I hearn a man say in a speech down yander in" "The law!" cried Narcissa, with scorn. "Con Hite kin tromp on the revenue law from hyar ter the witch-face, fur all I keer. Purtects! I pity a man ez waits fur the law ter purtect him; it's a heap apter ter grind him ter pomace. I mind moonshinin' 'kase it's dangersome fur the moonshiners.
"The Plott curs are the best: that is, half hound, half cur though what we-uns calls the cur, in this case, raelly comes from a big furrin dog that I don't rightly know the breed of. Fellers, you can talk as you please about a streak o' the cur spilin' a dog; but I know hit ain't so not for bear fightin' in these mountains, whar you cain't foller up on hossback, but hafter do your own runnin'."
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