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But he died suddenly, and didn' leave no will, an' Mis' Polly got herse'f 'pinted gyardeen ter young Mis' 'Livy, an' driv Julia an' her young un out er de house, an' lived here in dis house wid Mis' 'Livy till Mis' 'Livy ma'ied Majah Carteret." "And what became of Julia?" asked Dr. Price.

"Oh, he hasn't anything to do with it. He only brings what your Miss Caroline has shipped. She shouldn't have sent so much, that's all." He took the troubling bills again. "Yo' sounds raght, Mahstah Majah you suttinly do sound raght! Ah gaiss Ah got a' raise ten hund'ed thousan' pulletts an mo'."

I couldn't spare a mouthful for the General o' the army even. Let your Colonel or Major sendout men to git chickens for himself." "My boss'll be powehful disappunted," said the negro, with his big, white eyes full of tears. "He's powehful weak, foh sartin. A leetle sup ob broth'd do him an everlastin' world ob good. He ain't no Kunnel or Majah.

Presently a clerk addressed as "Majah Tunnah," the man who was superintending these operations, and I scanned him with increased interest, as I knew then that he was the ill-famed Dick Turner, hated all over the North for his brutality to our prisoners. He looked as if he deserved his reputation.

Him a wushshippin' you!" Mary Ellen began tossing bread again. "How do you know that?" she asked. "How does I know? law me, jes listen to thet chile! How does I know? Ain' he done tole me, an' yo' an' Lizzie, an' Majah Buford an' you? Ain' he done tole you a dozen times? Don' everybody know hit? Him ez fine er man you goin' toe see right soon, I tell you.

"Who's me?" said the negro, astonished by the strange voice. "I's Majah Wilkinson's Sam, Massa Patrol. I's got a pass all right. De old Majah done tole me I could go out coon-huntin' wid Kunnel Oberly's boys tonight, but I done missed dem." "Come ashore here, boy," commanded Shorty, "and be thankful that you're alive. You've had a mighty narrow squeak of it.

I don't know why I'm tellin' you all this, young man." "This Majah Stovah is he an army officer?" The Kid asked wonderingly. The woman shook her head. "No. He isn't really a major. He never was in the army, so far as any one knows. He just fancies the title and calls himself 'Major Stover' though he has no right to do so."

"Confeound the fellow," the young Englishman was saying, "I've discharged him. I cawn't re-engage him, ye kneow! We cawn't have a man abeout who gets drunk, y' kneow it's too bloody proveoking, Majah." "But the poor fellow's family, Saulisbury." "Oh, hang the fellow's family," laughed Saulisbury. "We are not a poorhouse, y' kneow or a house for inebriates.

"He looks a decent young fellow enough; I suppeose he'll do to try," Saulisbury said at last, with cool indifference. "I'll use him, Majah." "By Heaven, you won't!" Arthur burst out. "I wouldn't work for you at any price." He turned on his heel and rushed out. He heard the Major calling to him as he went down the stairs, but refused to turn back.

The game's up. Majah Stovah died early this mohnin' from heart trouble. Goliday, yo' can do just two things. The choice is up to yo'." "The choice?" repeated the rancher mechanically. "Yes, yo' can surrendah and in that case, I'll turn yo' ovah to the nearest law, if it's a thousand miles away. Or yo' can shoot it out with me heah and now. It's up to yo'."