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I'se gwinter do a heap ob tinkin' on all de questions you riz." "Yes, Aun' Jinkey, I do feel better for speaking out, but I expect I shall do a heap of thinking too. Good-by," and she strolled away toward the brook. It was a moody little stream which Miss Lou was following.
One afternoon in the late autumn, Aun' Jinkey, smoking and 'projeckin'' as usual in her cabin, has a vision which fairly sends her heart, as she will express it, 'right troo de mouf. Was it a 'spook, or had the dead really come back to life? And I hear her exclaim, throwing up her hands, 'Bress de Lawd, Marse Scoville, dat you? Whar you drap fum dis yere time?
Made Aun' Suke b'lebe dat I knowed ob chickens w'at roos' in trees, en dey tinks I'se lookin' fer um. High ole times up ter de house," and he disappeared in the darkness. In nervous haste Aun' Jinkey prepared the ample supper. Scoville hooted again, a shadowy form stole to the cabin for the food, and disappeared again toward the run.
Hoping not even for tolerance, much less for sympathy, she kept her thoughts to herself, except as she occasionally relieved her mind to her old mammy, Aun' Jinkey. She came into the dining-room hastily at last, but the expression of her face was impassive and inscrutable. She was received in solemn silence, broken at first only by the long formal grace which Mr.
She had lingered to talk with Aun' Jinkey and was returning when she heard Perkins' high, harsh words. The overseer was in a rage, and limped hastily forward with uplifted cane, when he was suddenly confronted by the hot face and flashing eyes of Miss Lou. "Don't you dare strike Uncle Lusthah," she said sternly.
Didn't she tole you dat she ain' on yo' side?" "Well, bless her heart, then." "I circumscribe ter dat ar." "Aren't you on our side?" "I'se des 'twix en 'tween all de sides." "You're all right, Aunt Jinkey. I'd trust you with my life." "Reck'n you hab ter dis eb'nin'." "Well, about Miss Lou you say she has trouble to hold her own. How's that?" "Dem's fambly matters."
Some recognized the girl politely as she stood at the door, while others continued their occupation in stolid indifference. Aun' Jinkey rose tottering from a corner and came to the doorstep. "You see how 'tis, honey," she said. "Dey des gwine on ez ef I ain' yere. I a hun'erd yeahs ol'er dan I wuz w'en you want sump'n ter hap'n." "Take courage, mammy," Miss Lou whispered. "Chunk's safe.
He adopted the policy of not letting her know anything of his plans, so that she could honestly say "I dunno" and prove the fact by her manner. He instinctively felt that it would have a very bad look if superstitious Aun' Jinkey remained composed and quiet through the scenes he purposed to bring about. Her sincere and very apparent fears were to be his allies.
"I didn't know you felt so about being free. Aun' Jinkey never seemed to trouble much about it." "I'se 'feared Aun' Jinkey tink a heap on de leeks en inions ob Egypt." "Dar now, Uncle Lusthah, you po'ful good man, but you owns up you doan know nufin' 'bout spooks, en I knows you doan know nufin' 'bout freedom." "Yes I does," replied Uncle Lusthah.
You may trust Aun' Jinkey and her grandson." "Dat you kin, mars'r," Chunk ejaculated with peculiar emphasis. "God bless you, then, for a woman who has a heart. I'm quite content that you're not an angel," and a smile so lighted up the soldier's features that she thought she had never seen a pleasanter looking man.
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