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An' I'se gwine ter keep gittin' tu jest' ez fur an' ez fast ez dey axes me ter move on, ez long ez de road's cut out an' I don't come ter no jumpin'-off place. Ef dey don't approve of Berry Lawson a stayin' roun' h'yer, he's jes' a gwine West ter grow up wid der kentry." "I'd sooner be dead than be sech a limber-jinted coward!" said Nimbus.
"Is anybody hurt?" "Not ez we knows on, 'cept two dat's lyin' on de groun' right h'yer by ye," said Nimbus. "Dead?" asked 'Liab, with a shudder. He tried to raise himself up but sank back with a groan. "Oh, Bre'er 'Liab! Bre'er 'Liab!" cried Nimbus, his distress overcoming his fear, "is you hurt bad?
H'yer we is Sally an' me an' Bob an' Mariar an' Bill an' Jim an' Sally junior an' fo' God I can't get fru de roll-call alone. Sally, you jest interduce Cousin Nimbus ter de rest ob dis family, will yer?" Sure enough, on coming to the gate, Nimbus found Berry and Sally there with their numerous progeny, several bundles of clothing and a few household wares.
"Nimbus," replied the master. "Wh what?" asked the mother. "Say dat agin', won't yer, Mahs'r?" "Nimbus Nimbus," repeated Desmit. "Wal, I swan ter gracious!" exclaimed the mother. "Ef dat don't beat! H'yer! little what's yer name? Jes' ax yer Mahs'r fer a silver dollar ter pay yer fer hevin' ter tote dat er name 'roun' ez long ez yer lives."
I got a man to write ter Miss Mollie; but de letter come back sayin' she wa'n't h'yer no mo'. Den I got him to write ter whar she'd been afo' she come South; but that come back too." "Why did you not write to me?" said Hesden. "Wal," said Nimbus, with some confusion, "I wuz afeared ter do it, Marse Hesden. I wuz afeared yer mout hev turned agin me.
"Where do you live?" asked the late Northern soldier sharply, as Nimbus came up in. his turn in the long line of those waiting for the same purpose. "Down ter Red Wing, sah?" "Where's that?" "Oh, right down h'yer on Hyco, sah." "In this county?" "Oh, bless yer, yes, Mister, should tink hit was. Hit's not above five or six miles out from h'yer." "How old are you?"
De sheriff not de high-sheriff, but one ob his understrappers wuz up ter our house to-day, a-purtendin' ter hunt atter Nimbus. I didn't put no reliance in dat, but somehow I can't make out cla'r how dey could hev got away with him an' Berry an' 'Liab, all on 'em, atter de fight h'yer, an' not left no trace nor sign on' em nowhar.
"Yer min' dat boy Berry, he'd done borrered our mule, jest afo' dat, ter take Sally an' de chillen an' what few duds dey hez down inter Hanson County, whar his brudder Rufe libs, an' whar dey's gwine ter libbin' tu. Dar didn't nobody 'spect him ter git back till de nex' day, any more'n Nimbus; an' it war jes kinder accidental-like dat either on 'em got h'yer dat night.
But de chillen yer hain't sed nary word about dem, Mister." "Oh, I've nothing to do with them." "But, see h'yer, Mister, ain't de law a doin dis ter make dem lawful chillen?" "Certainly." "An' how's de law ter know which is de lawful chillen ef hit ain't on dat ar paper?" "Sure enough," said the clerk, with amusement.
Whoop! h'yer she goes!" and spreading his hands he made "a cart-wheel" and rolled on his outstretched hands and feet half way to the gate, and then turned a handspring back again, to show his approval of the advice given by the attorney.
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