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Lac' all folks whut goes to dis city, we wend our way to de Capitol to see de Governor. Gov. Futtrell sittin' bac' in his great fine office, saw me and jined me in conversation. De fus' question he axed me wuz 'whut party does yo' 'filiate wif? I sez, 'de Democrat de party whut's a frien' to de nigger. De Governor axed me how does I lac' dis life?
"An' he kept the Falins from killin' you," she said, quivering with indignation at the shame of him, but Dave went on unheeding: "You pore little fool! Do ye reckon as how he's EVER goin' to axe ye to marry him? Whut's he sendin' you away fer? Because you hain't good enough fer him! Whar's yo' pride? You hain't good enough fer him," he repeated scathingly. June had grown calm now.
Whut's Old Peep been doin', Judge gettin' himself in contempt of court or somethin'?" He grinned, asking the question with the air of one making a little joke. "No," vouchsafed the Judge; "he ain't done nothin'. But he's about to have somethin' of a highly onusual nature done to him. You jest tell him I'm wishful to see him right away that'll be sufficient, I reckin."
Alike they saw the incident and what it meant; they felt alike, and alike both would act. A few minutes later his mother came out on the porch. "Whut's the matter with Mavis?" "You'll have to ask her, mammy." With a keen look at the boy, Martha Hawn went back into the house, and Jason heard Steve's heavy tread behind him. "I know whut the matter is," he drawled.
The anger of the moment came with every thought of the incident afterward, and with it came too this memory of his look, which made her at once defiant and uneasy. She saw him now only when she was quite close, and, startled, she stood still; his stern look brought her the same disquiet, but she gave no sign of fear. "Whut's the matter with ye?"
You know whut I've been a-stayin' at the mill fer, 'n' Steve mad 'n' mam a-jowerin' 'n' a-lookin' over hyeh fer ye night 'n' day! Y'u know whut I've jes swum over hyeh fer! Whut's the matter with ye?" Martha was not looking for a confession like this. It took away her shame at once, and the passion of it thrilled her, and left her trembling.
Whut's de mattah?" asked the coal-wagon driver. He was a colored man, and that was the very best shade for him, I think. No matter how much coal dust got on his face and hands it never showed. "Her little Lamb fell down the coal hole," explained Arnold. "Carlo got tangled in the string, it broke and she fell down the hole. Don't throw any more coal on her until we get her out."
"No; the stove got the bullet. He shot through his pocket." "Whut's all the row about?" "Oh, not much, Timmons; this is my affair," and Westcott lit his pipe with apparent indifference. "Lacy and I have got two mining claims tapping the same lead, that's all. There's been a bit o' feeling between us for some time. I reckon it's got to be fought out, now." "Then yer've really struck ore?" "Yes."
And so the division had kept up for years. It was hardly to be believed then that Uncle Simon Marston, the very patriarch of the Marston flock, was visiting over the border. But on another Sunday he was seen to go straight to the west plantation. At her first opportunity Lize accosted him: "Look a-hyeah, Brothah Simon, whut's dis I been hyeahin' 'bout you, huh?"
Whut's Old Peep been doin', Judge gettin' himself in contempt of court or somethin'?" He grinned, asking the question with the air of one making a little joke. "No," vouchsafed the Judge; "he ain't done nothin'. But he's about to have somethin' of a highly onusual nature done to him. You jest tell him I'm wishful to see him right away that'll be sufficient, I reckin."
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