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He say he ketch you by the hoss; so you come roun' tryin' fix me up with Whitey so white man grab me, th'ow me in 'at jail. G'on 'way f'um hyuh, you Abalene! You cain' sell an' you cain' give Whitey to no cullud man 'in 'is town. You go an' drowned 'at ole hoss, 'cause you sutny goin' to jail if you git ketched drivin' him."
"Nem mine me, honey," said the old man, "dey can put me somewhar e'se. Hit doan' mattuh 'bout me." "No, Uncle Peter, you must be here with the rest of us. For you know, Uncle Peter, I'm so used to you now, that I should want you to be near me then." Old Peter thought to humour the lad. "Put me down hyuh at de foot er de lot, little Mars' Phil, unner dis ellum tree."
"'Good evenin' suh, 'spon' Jeff, trimblin' in de knees, an' kind'er edgin' 'way fum de table. "'Dey ain' nobody hyuh but you an' me, is dey? sez de black cat, winkin' one eye. "'No, suh, sez Jeff, as he made fer de do', 'an' quick ez I kin git out er hyuh, dey ain' gwine ter be nobody hyuh but you!"
William cast a hunted look over his shoulder; then he approached Clematis. "Good ole doggie," he said, huskily. "Hyuh, Clem! Hyuh, Clem!" Clematis moved sidelong, retreating with his head low and his tail denoting anxious thoughts. "Hyuh, Clem!" said William, trying, with only fair success, to keep his voice from sounding venomous. "Hyuh, Clem!" Clematis continued his deprecatory retreat.
Dey got mo' dan any yuther colored folks roun' hyuh, but dey he'ps de po', suh, dey he'ps de po'." "Which speaks well for them, Peter. I'm glad that all the virtue has not yet gone out of the old house." The old man's talk rambled on, like a sluggish stream, while the colonel's more active mind busied itself with the problem suggested by this unforeseen meeting.
When his wound was healed he was told that he was too old and awkward for the turpentine, and that they needed younger and more active men. "So w'en I got my laig kyo'ed up," said the old man, concluding his story, "I come back hyuh whar I wuz bo'n, suh, and whar my w'ite folks use' ter live, an' whar my frien's use' ter be.
"An' listen hyuh, Father De Rancé, I certainly needed him to take the bad taste out of my mouth an' the red out of my eye after viewin' Bill Sherman on a brass hawse in New York, with an angel that'd lost the grace of God prancin' on ahead of him!" He added reflectively: "I had my own ideah as to where any angel leadin' him was most likely headed for!" "Oh, I meant in Europe!" hastily.
Dey don' nobody roun' hyuh pay no 'tention to 'em no mo', ev'ybody's so use' ter seein' 'em." The conversation was interrupted by the appearance of Ben Dudley, who came around the house, and, advancing to the carriage, nodded to Peter, and greeted the colonel respectfully. "Won't you 'light and come in?" he asked. The colonel followed him into the house, to a plainly furnished parlour.
"Aim gommo mame," said the small darky. "What?" "Aim gommo mame." The small darky looked annoyed. "Aim GOMMO mame, I hell you," he said impatiently. Penrod conceived that insult was intended. "What's the matter of you?" he demanded advancing. "You get fresh with ME, and I'll " "Hyuh, white boy!" A coloured youth of Penrod's own age appeared in the doorway of the cottage.
He 'uz a fool, dat's what an' I ain' no fool, so he mus' been somebody else, not me; but I do jes' wish I had him hyuh 'bout two minutes long enough to lam him fer not takin' caih o' my teef fer me! Yes, suh!" William laughed; his good humor was restored and he found the conversation of Mr. Genesis attractive.
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