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Dey were still a-harpin' back to dat forty acres an' a mule dey were promised what dey aint never got. It were turnin' out to be jus' de same wid ever'thing else Mr. Chisolm had been a-promisin' to give 'em. Dey aint never got none of it. De white democratic folks won dat 'lection. "'Soon Mr. Chisolm run for somthin' or 'nother an' got beat bad. Den he were mad sho' 'nough.
But that didn't make no diff'rence; it wuz all the same to Lizzie. No matter where she wuz or what she wuz a-doin', jest as soon as the Old Man told her he wanted to tell her somethin' she dropped ever'thing else 'nd went straight to him.
And he just looked at me he had been knowin' me so long. I said, 'Don't you know me? And he said, 'If you'd take off your hat I think I'd know you. And he said, 'Well, for the Lawd, if it ain't Millie Taylor! "I've always done farmin'. That's the way I was raised farmin'. I just looks at these folks in town and it seems funny to me to buy ever'thing you need.
I always had a-plenty t'eat, better'n I can git now. I was better off when I was a slave dan I is now, 'cause I had ever'thing furnished me den. Now I got to do it all myse'f. "My Marster was a Catholic. One thing I can thank dem godly white folks for, dey raise' me right. Dey taught me out o' God's word, 'Our Father which art in Heaven. Ever'body ought-a know dat prayer."
You think about ever'thing, in the woods. Damn it! I got to git out o' this little jay town. D' reckon I could git in the navy, Siner?" "Don't see why you couldn't, Sam. Have you seen Tump Pack anywhere?" "Yeah; on Hobbett's corner. Say, is Cissie Dildine at home?" "I believe she is." "She cooks for us," explained young Arkwright, "and Mammy wants her to come and git supper, too."
We was allowed to sing and pray. I know our white folks was good that way. I'll say that for 'em. I won't go back on 'em. "Our folks stayed right on there a long time. "My father died three years after ever'thing had done got quiet and peaceful. "I left my husband back there and come here to Arkansas with my mother.
He made good money an' us bought dis very house I lives in now. Us never had no chillun, but I was lef' one by a cousin o' mine what died. I raised her lak she was my own. I sont her to school an' ever'thing. She lives in Chicago now an' wants me to come live wid her. But shucks! What would a old woman lak me do in a place lak dat? "I aint got nothin' lef now 'cept a roof over my head.
"Mary!" cried Miss Bell, seizing the girl's hand eagerly, "did you find her and take him to her?" "No, ma'am. I brought her to him. She didn't have no place to go, and I wanted to make up to her for hating her so. I did ever'thing I could to make her well. We all did. I never thought she was going to die."
So we sent Marthy down to Indianop'lus, and got her books and putt her in school there, and paid fer her keepin' and ever'thing; and she jest well, you may say, lived there stiddy fer better'n four year. 0' course she'd git back ever' once-an-a-while, but her visits was allus, some-way-another, onsatisfactory-like, 'cause, you see, Marthy was allus my favorite, and I'd allus laughed and told her 'at the other girls could git married if they wanted, but SHE was goin' to be the 'nest-egg' of our family, and 'slong as I lived I wanted her at home with me.
Here was Billy, rich and healthy, Jack at college, and ever'thing a-runnin' slick and smooth, when nothin' must do but the old creetur must take to the jug, and it's gone on and gone on, till old Bradley Gaither owns in-about all the Carew plantation that's wuth ownin'. Maybe it was Billy's wife druv him to it, Sister Jane." "I say the word!" exclaimed Miss Jane, scornfully, "I say the word!
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