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But de rousters had a big fight one night in New Orleans, shootin' an' cuttin', so I lef'. When I got back to Vicksburg, I quit. "I picked cotton in de Delta awhile, but de folks, white an' black, is too hard. Dey don't care 'bout nothin! I was in Greenville when de water come. "Den I come back here an' went to farmin' an' I been here ever since. I bought forty-seven acres an' a nice little house.
I might have some grandchulluns but if I do, dey live up North. "I'm old an' can hardly git about. I'se got a cancer. De doctor done cut my lef' brest clear offen me, but dat hurts me somtimes yit. "I niver jined any church 'til 'bout 20 year ago, right here in Berglundtown.
"Yes, I done all that fur charity," he said boldly, and with a victorious ring in his voice. "Did you put up that ten dollars yo' Granny lef' you?" screamed his mother. "Did you dare, Archie B.," said Patsy. His father paled at the thought of it: "An' lost it, Archie B., lost it, my son. Oh, I mus' teach you how sinful it is to gamble."
Taking them into her mistress, the master being present, she said, "Missus, that'll I do wid dese ole close Tom lef, when he get mad an' run'd off to spite me; now I'll burn 'em up or giv' 'em to de pigs for nes', I ain't gwine to hav' 'em in my way any longer." "Oh, don't burn 'em up, can't you send 'im word to come and get 'em?"
The recollection of all this the lesser and unspiritual maternal values, perchance, but essential surged over her with bitterness; she lost her poise, and fell a-bickering. "'Precious leetle lam'," she repeated, scornfully. "Precious he mus' hev been! Fur when ye lef him he hedn't a whole gyarmint ter his back, an' none but them that kivered him."
“W’at dey doin’ ef dey ain’t settin’ down, Unc’ Pierson?” asked Betsy with amiable curiosity. “You jis drap dat ‘uncle,’ you,” turning wrathfully upon the girl, “sence w’en you start dat new trick?” “Lef de chile ’lone, Pierson, lef ’er alone. Come heah, Betsy, an’ set by yo’ Uncle Hiurm.”
Las' night, close on t' mawnin'? Well, suh, Ah 'low that there ghos' done it." "Ghost? What where was any ghost?" "Right yer at de tool house. Come walkin' roun' de corner fo' Ah could grab up man stick an' Ah jes' lef' de place." "What? Ran away and from your duty? You were put here to guard the plant; not to let any old " "Didn't 'low t' guard it 'gainst no ghos'es.
"Gal," he used the word as a polite form of address, the equivalent of the more sophisticated "lady," "ef ye will believe me, all my ammunition is spent. Not a ca'tridge lef', not a dust of powder." Meddy caught both her hands to her lips to intercept and smother a cry of dismay. "I snared a rabbit two days ago in a dead-fall.
Co'se dey didn' think nuffin un it, but nex' mawnin', w'en dey went ter ketch 'im, dey 'skivered dat he had eat up two whole rows er terbacker plants. Atter dat dey had ter put a halter on 'im, en tie 'im ter a stake, er e'se dey would n' 'a' been naer leaf er terbacker lef' in de patch.
'Dey comes from de missus' room. Den he say, 'Run down dar an' ask de sergeant ob de guard to send tree men wid you, an' come quick! Now moder kin tell yer what happened. I had lef de back hall doah unlocked, an' de cap'n went in like a flash." "De good Lor' bress Cap'n Lane," began the colored woman, "fer he come just in time.
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