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"Gent'men an' ladies," said the old man, lowering his voice, "de pa'able has been 'peated, an' some o' us I ain't mentionin' no names, an' I ain't a-blamin' no chu'ch but I say dar is some o' us dat has sol' dere buthrights fu' a pot o' cabbage." What more Deacon Swift said is hardly worth the telling, for the whole church was in confusion and little more was heard.
The girl said nothing, and, after awhile, the old man wait on: "I wants ye ter understand me, Sally. Hit hain't that I'm mad with Samson. God knows, I loves the boy.... I hain't a-blamin' him, neither...." He was silent for awhile, and his words came with the weariness of dead hopes when he began again.
We made 'em behave the'rse'ves, an' I hain't a-blamin' you, but they er houndin' airter us, an' ef I wuz you I wouldn't stay on this hill nary 'nuther minnit longer than it 'ud take me to git offn it. When the boys git wind er this ongodly bizness, they ull be mighty hard to hol'. I reckon maybe you'll be a-gwine down about Atlanty.
The bereaved husband, a-blamin' Providence, but takin' some comfort in the thought that "the Lord loveth whom He chasteneth," walks out under his mournin' weed, and pats the sleek sides of his Alderney cow, and its fat, healthy young one, and ponders on how he could improve their condition, and better the stock, and mebby has passin' thoughts on some bloomin' young girl, who he could persuade to try the fate of the first.
But he fu'give 'em, fu' he said, 'De sperit is willin' but de flesh is weak. We know dat dey is times w'en de eyes grow sandy, an' de haid grow heavy, an' we ain't accusin' ouah brothah, nor a-blamin' him fu' noddin'. But what we do blame him fu' is fu' 'ceivin' us, an' mekin' us believe he was prayin' an' meditatin', w'en he wasn' doin' a blessed thing but snoozin'."
Remorselessly went on the rejuvenated Darby: "Hain't a-goin' ter git up, heh? Yew old mollycoddle! Yew baby! Old Lady 31! Kiffy calf! But I hain't a-blamin' yew; ef I had lived in this here place a year an' a half, I'd be stark, starin' mad! Leetle tootsie-wootsie! Git up!"
"How's he goin' to help hisself," asked the girl, "when he ain't hyeh?" "He'll blame me fer it, but I ain't a-blamin' you." The words surprised and puzzled both and touched both with sympathy and a little shame. The mother looked at her son, opened her lips again, but closed them with a glance at Mavis that made her go out and leave them alone.
Homan, a widow for the third time, made sturdy retort: "That's jest like yew old maids always a-blamin' the men. Yew kin jest bet I never would have let one of my husbands go ter the poorhouse. It would have mortified me dretful. It must be a purty poor sort of a woman what can't take care of one man and keep a roof over his head. Why, my second, Oliver G., used ter say " "Oh!"
In the nex' place, ef ye did do hit, we hain't a-blamin' ye much. But I reckon them dawgs don't lie, an', ef they trails in hyar, ye'll need us. Thet's why we've done come." The boy slipped down from his mule, and helped Lescott to dismount.
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