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I had stopped cussing, because the widow didn't like it; but now I took to it again because pap hadn't no objections. It was pretty good times up in the woods there, take it all around. But by and by pap got too handy with his hick'ry, and I couldn't stand it. I was all over welts. He got to going away so much, too, and locking me in. Once he locked me in and was gone three days.
Git up, Paul; we must have him an' one uv his hens to eat." "Where do you think they are?" asked Paul. "In the hick'ry grove. I guess they lighted thar fur the night, when flyin' 'cross the lake." The two hurried on their clothes, took their rifles, and stole out. A faint tinge of light was just showing under the horizon in the east, but the air was not yet gray.
Bimeby, one day Brer Fox take a walk all roun' de groun'-pea patch, en 'twan't long 'fo' he fine a crack in de fence whar de rail done bin rub right smoove, en right dar he sot 'im a trap. He tuck'n ben' down a hick'ry saplin', growin' in de fence-cornder, en tie one een' un a plow- line on de top, en in de udder een' he fix a loop-knot, en dat he fasten wid a trigger right in de crack.
"Why, folks, that there gal is goin' to be my daughter-in-law!" Scattergood patted Yvette on the back heavily, but jubilantly. "I've diskivered," he said, "that if you can't crack a hick'ry nut with a pad of butter, you better use a hammer.... Sometimes Coldriver's a nut needin' a sledge but when it cracks it's full of meat."
"I got more whuppin's dan any other Nigger on de place, 'cause I was mean like my mammy. Always a-fightin' an' scratchin' wid white an' black. I was so bad Marster made me go look at de Niggers dey hung to see what dey done to a Nigger dat harm a white man. "I's gwine tell dis story on myse'f. De white chillun was a-singin' dis song: 'Jeff Davis, long an' slim, Whupped old Abe wid a hick'ry limb.
An' up toward the end are lots o' hick'ry an' walnut trees an' thar are your nuts, an' ef Adam an' Eve wuz hard-pushed, they could ketch plenty o' fine fish in that creek which I kin see is deep. In the winter they could hev made themselves a cabin easy, up thar whar the trees are thick.
"Yes, the widow Doxey and old John Towson. This is good meat, brother Starbuck smoked with hickory wood, I reckon." "Yes, hick'ry an' sass'frass. I reckon you pick up a good many weddin's along about this time of the year." "Well, a pretty fair sprinkling." "So Miz Doxey finally cotch old John," said Jasper and his wife declared she wouldn't make light of it. "Light of it?
Through it all Anna smiled and laughed with the rest and clapped for each begged-for stanza. Yet all the time she said in her heart, "He is singing it at me!" De squir'l he love' de hick'ry tree, De clover love' de bummle-bee, De flies, dey loves mullasses, an' De ladies loves de ladies' man. I loves to be de beau o' de ladies! I loves to shake a toe wid de ladies!
I had stopped cussing, because the widow didn't like it; but now I took to it again because pap hadn't no objections. It was pretty good times up in the woods there, take it all around. But by and by pap got too handy with his hick'ry, and I couldn't stand it. I was all over welts. He got to going away so much, too, and locking me in. Once he locked me in and was gone three days.
A stagin' is let down, an with the tread of a conqueror who should come ashore but my brother Jeff! Thar's nothin' in his hands; he ain't got nothin' with him that he ain't wearin'. An' all he has on is a old wool hat, a hick'ry shirt, gray trousers, an' a pair of copper-rivet shoes as red as a bay hoss. As he strikes the bank, Jeff turns an' sweeps the scene with the eye of a eagle.
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