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The old gentleman entered upon the next stage of the invariable routine of discussion with a Rebel: "Wall, what air you'uns down heah, a-fightin' we'uns foh?" As I had answered this question several hundred times, I had found the most extinguishing reply to be to ask in return: "What are you'uns coming up into our country to fight we'uns for?"
"Wall, by Judas Priest!" said D'ri, "I would n't jump over a stump over a stun wall t' please no emp'ror, an' I would n't cut off my leetle finger fer a hull bushel basket o' them air. I hain't a-fightin' fer no honor." "What then?" said I. His face turned very sober. He pursed his lips, and spat across the ditch; then he gave his mouth a wipe, and glanced thoughtfully at the sky.
I ain't a-fightin' agin you an' Sammy an' neber will it's 'cause I couldn't help it dat I'm wearin' dese clo'es. As to dis money dat you won't let Sammy take, it's mine to gib 'cause I saved it up. I gin it to Sammy 'cause I fotched him up an' 'cause he's as much mine as he is your'n. He'll tell ye so same's me.
The youth nodded. "I mout come anytime, but likely as not I'll hev ter come a-fightin' when I comes." Next, he produced an envelope. "This here is a letter I've done writ ter myself," he explained. He drew out the sheet, and read: "Samson, come back." Then he handed the missive to the girl. "Thet there is addressed ter me, in care of Mr.
"I don't want to be all day goin' an' comin'. I'll be blamed ef I ain't afeerd them two ol' cats 'll be a-fightin' an' scratchin' 'fore I get back. They had a time of it while the gal was alive, an' I reckon thar 'll be no peace at all now." "Does Mrs. Dawson blame anybody or or ?" Westerfelt paused as if he hardly knew how to finish.
The old gentleman entered upon the next stage of the invariable routine of discussion with a Rebel: "Wall, what air you'uns down heah, a-fightin' we'uns foh?" As I had answered this question several hundred times, I had found the most extinguishing reply to be to ask in return: "What are you'uns coming up into our country to fight we'uns for?"
"But then again, at other times, I have seen them shining over the whole sea when it was quite calm, making it like an ocean of milk; and nothing was disturbing them at that time, d'ye see." "I don' know that," objected Tom; "they might have bin a-fightin' among theirselves." "Or playing, maybe," said I.
The dispute invariably began by their asking: "Well, what are you 'uns down here a-fightin' we 'uns for?" As this was replied to the newt one followed: "Why are you'uns takin' our niggers away from we 'uns for?" Then came: "What do you 'uns put our niggers to fightin' we'uns for?" The windup always was: "Well, let me tell you, sir, you can never whip people that are fighting for liberty, sir."
Fightin'? Why now, didn't I tell him this afternoon as he looked like pickin' a quarrel wi' somebody? But, I say, Jane, it's a low-life kind o' thing for to go a-fightin' in the streets. 'Of course it is. What'll he come to next, I wonder? The sooner he gets off to Canada, the better, I sh'd say. But he'll not go; he talks an' talks, an' it's all just for showin' off. Mr. Poole had risen.
And he's gone, you say?" A light seemed to dawn on the landlord's countenance. "God bless ye, Mr. Jackson!" he cried, "ye don't mean that young daredevil that was with Sevier?" "With Sevier?" says Jackson. "Ay," says the landlord; "he's been a-fightin with Sevier all summer, and I reckon he ain't afeard of nothin' any more than you. Wait his name was Temple Nick Temple, they called him."
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