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Ef I'm de Tar Baby, I'm older dan my mammy's gran'daddy." Mr. Rabbit took off his spectacles and wiped them on his coat-tail. "My eyes are getting very bad," he said, by way of apology. "But you certainly look very much like the Tar Baby. If you were both together in the dark, nobody could tell you apart. Well, well! I'm getting old."
"Don't cry, gran'daddy I love you wid all my heart, avourneen." But the older and more feeble her father-in-law grew, the more unkindly Mrs. Peggy treated him, till she made the cabin such a scene of constant storm and confusion that everybody in it was wretched. At last, old Mr. Walsh came to a resolution to put an end to all this trouble. He would take to the road that is, go a-begging.
"Tom's gran'daddy wuz name' Skundus," he began. "He had a brudder name' Tushus en' ernudder name' Cottus en' ernudder name' Squinchus." The old man paused a moment and gave his leg another hitch. My sister-in-law was shaking with laughter. "What remarkable names!" she exclaimed. "Where in the world did they get them?"
The child looked up at him sadly and reproachfully, and answered, "Making a bag for you to go beg when you're as old as gran'daddy." Patrick Walsh burst into tears, flung his arms around his old father's neck, and begged his forgiveness. And even the proud Peggy was so affected that she fell upon her knees and asked pardon of God, of her husband and his father, for her undutiful conduct.
"Marster," ventured the negro, "dey say your gran'daddy sot dis spring." "Yes," said Milburn, "and built the cabin. Yonder he lies, on the knoll by that stump, up in the field: he and more of our wasted race." "And yon woman is a Milburn," added the negro, socially. "I know her by de hands."
Ah'll be mor'n pleased to tell it to yo'. Ah cert'nly will," said Ol' Mistah Buzzard, and Peter settled himself comfortably to listen. "Yo' see it was this way," began Ol' Mistah Buzzard. "Ah got it from mah gran'daddy, and he got it from his gran'daddy, and his gran'daddy got it from " "I know," interrupted Old Man Coyote.
"Charlotte Evans was mother's name and my father's name was Lige Evans. Gran'daddy David was my mother's father, and Cheyney was my mother's mother. "Mr. Johnnie Sumner was the name of my young master, and the old man was Mr. Judge Sumner. The old people are all dead now. Mr. Judge Sumner was Johnnie Sumner's father. Me and Mr. Johnnie suckled together. Mr.
Gran'daddy 'lowed ez he warn't 'spon-sible fur whut the owners done, or hedn't done at the mine, an' he seen no sense in shootin' one man ter git even with another." "But ye kep' his secret!" Kinnicutt persisted. "What fur should I tell it 't ain't mine?" "That thar money in that box he buried ain't his'n, nuther!" he argued. There was an inscrutable look in her clear eyes.
And from morning until night Li'l' Hannibal's gran'daddy kept him doin' things too. "Oh, Li'l' Hannibal," his gran'daddy would say, "fetch the corn and feed the turkeys." "Oh, Li'l' Hannibal, take your li'l' axe and chop some wood for your gran'mammy's fire." "Oh, Li'l' Hannibal, run 'round to the store and buy a bag of flour."
En' sho' 'nuff, dey didn' had no trouble keep'n' Skundus wak f'm dat time fo'th, fer Cindy turned out ter hab a temper of her own, en' made Skundus walk a chalk-line. "Dis yer boy, Tom," said the old man, straightening out his leg carefully, preparatory to getting up, "is jes' like his gran'daddy. I b'lieve ef somebody didn' wake 'im up he'd sleep till jedgmen' day. Heah 'e comes now.
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