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Updated: June 15, 2025
"Thank you 'specially as my eyes ain't right good this mornin'. Skuze us, Laz," she said, turning to go into the house. "Help yo'se'f," Laz replied, again wiping his jews-harp; and when the two women had gone into the house, he began to play, and the old man, sitting now upon the wood-pile, looking over his epitaph, nodded time. Suddenly the musician left off.
"Well, never mind. Where do you live?" "Well, if y y y y you don't know a feller's n n n name it don't m m m make no d d d diffunce whar he lives, d d d does it?" Laz struck in. "He won't tell you a lie, Jedge. He won't have time." Rap, rap, at Laz. "Never mind, sir. I will attend to you presently. You," he said, speaking to Mose. "Did you ever see Mr. Starbuck make whiskey?"
The speaker smiled benignly. "Hah! many year' they work' my geniuz hard to make iron candlestick' orig-in-al diz-ign for wedding-present'. The moze of them, they marrie' without any romanze, egcep' what cann' be av-oid', inside the heart, when both partie' are young, and in love together, and not rich neither deztitute. But year biffo' laz' we have the romanze of that daughter of Mme.
"A man has to be mighty deaf not to hear a wolf howl," Jasper replied, and took his way back to the mill where Laz and Margaret were waiting for him. "Was it Peters you saw goin' into the yard?" Margaret inquired, and the old fellow answered: "Looked mighty like him fur a time I thought it was, but my eyes ain't as good as they was."
The borrower nodded his head, arose and started toward the door, but halted and turned back. Starbuck inquired if there were anything else on his mind. He scratched his head as if he would harrow up his sleeping faculties and managed to say that he believed not. "Laz, wush you'd try to keep my hoss away from that bluff." "Oh, I'll take as good kere of him as if he belonged to me."
Margaret bade him good morning, and then asked concerning the health of the "folks." He sat down and twisted his hat round and round. "The folks air jest tolerable, ma'm. How's all with you?" "Tolerable," Margaret answered. "Yo' brother Bill a gittin' better?" Jasper inquired. Round and round Laz twisted his hat. "Pearter than he war yistidy, but not as peart as he war the day befo'."
"Wall," said he, "ain't a standin' on my head," and speaking to Jasper he added: "Come to fetch yo' meal-bag home." "About when did you borry it, Laz," Jasper inquired, taking the bag and throwing it upon the table. "Last fall, some time." "Well, how did you happen to fetch it back so soon?" "Oh, jest got to thinkin' about it last month."
But that be two-three days yet biffo' we can be sure ab-oud that. Maybe ad the laz' we'll 'ave to join the asylum, but tha'z our hope, to move up town into the quartier nouveau and that beautiful 'garden diztric'. But we'll always con-tinue to love the old 'ouse here. 'Tis a very genuine ancient relique, that 'ouse. You see those wall'? Solid plank of two inch' and from Kentucky!"
"Not one of you is worth an ounce of lead; an' you tell them government fellers down there that thinks themselves so smart that if they tetch a hair on my boy's head, I'll come down there and murder the whole kit an' b'ilin' of them. Go on now, Laz, an' show 'em that you ain't afeared."
"Thar," said Jasper, "thank her ag'in an' then we'll begin at suthin' else." Margaret begged of Mrs. Mayfield that she would pay no attention to Jasper, who was always so full of his pranks, and then to the old man she whispered: "Old Miz Barker was a passin' this mornin' an' she 'lows that the app'intment has come. Have you fixed everythin' at the mill?" "No. Laz is there a waitin' for me now."
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