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The plantation folk were profoundly impressed, for it had soon become known that her black garb was not merely a thing of the surface. "Moriah sho' does mo'n for Numa. She mo'ns f'om de skin out." Such was popular comment, although it is said that one practical sister, to whom this "inward mo'nin'" had little meaning, ventured so far as to protest against it.
"Yas, sub, I'll 'member her; dat's all I kin do now. I don' need ter wait fer her no mo', fer she died dis mo'nin'. I'd lack ter see her buried, suh, but I may not have de chance. Ef I gits killt, will you do me a favor?" "Yes, Josh; what is it?" "Ef I should git laid out in dis commotion dat's gwine on, will you collec' my wages f'm yo' brother, and see dat de ole 'oman is put away right?"
As she turned to go, I even offered her my best wishes, and when I laughingly asked her if I might help her with her wedding-dress, she turned and looked at me. "Bless yo' heart, Mis' Gladys," she exclaimed, "I ain't gwine out o' mo'nin'! I gwine marry Pete in des what I got on my back.
She didn't have no kinfolks to go in mo'nin' for her, an' time Pompey an' me got ingaged he made known his wushes to me, an' I promised him I'd put on mo'nin' for her soon as I married into de family. Co'se I couldn't do it 'fo' I was kin to her." "Kin to her!" the mistress laughed. "Why, Tamar, what relation on earth are you to Pompey's former wife, I'd like to know?"
Are yo' going' to be hyah tomorrow? I told him I was going to Sunday there. 'Well, said the old gentleman, 'I will see you tomorrow mo'nin'. I'll come down befo' I go to chu'ch. "When he came down the next morning I was up in my room where my samples were.
"'E turns horf o' the main track t' other side the ram-paddick; through the Patagoniar; leaves hall gates hopen; fetches Nosey's place harter dark; houts file, an' hin with 'is mob, an' gives 'm a g-tful. Course, 'e clears befo' mo'nin'; an' through hour Sedan Paddick, an' back to Boottara that road. 'Ow do Hi know hall this? ses you?" "Ah!" said I wisely. "Well, I must be"
"D'you say Mister Joe Mister Joe Hooper named your baby? How could he? He's not even home." "Yas'm. Yas'm, he is. He come in t' see Zeke this mo'nin'. Mist' Joe lookin' mighty fine." Mary Louise felt a curious sinking feeling of being shoved into a discard. And then Miss Susie came hurrying back into the room. In her hand she carried a small bundle of red flannel cloth freshly cut from the bolt.
"Only that he thinks he hooked the tools and lost 'em again. Wisht you'd run out in the mo'nin', son, and see what's doin'. I got to go out to the ranch." "I'll drive out to-night and take Dave with me if he feels up to it. Then we'll know the foreman keeps humpin'." "Fine and dandy." The cattleman turned to Sanders. "But I reckon you better stay right here and rest up.
Joe did not condescend to join in the conversation, but contented himself with devouring the good things and aping the manners of the young men whom he knew had been among last night's guests. "Well, I got to be goin'," said Berry, rising. "There 'll be early breakfas' at de 'house' dis mo'nin', so 's Mistah Frank kin ketch de fus' train." He went out cheerily to his work.
"It ain't none o' your business when I bought him. I bought him the mo'nin' you pulled out." "What did you pay for him?" "Are you goin' to talk about that ol' cayuse all night?" he snorts, gettin' wrought up. "I'm goin' to talk about him until I find out about him," sez I, "an' you might as well come out of it an' tell what the' is to tell." "I don't have to tell nothin' about him.
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