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Hite turned shortly from the bier. "I farms some," he hesitated; "dad bein' mos'ly out o' the field, nowadays, agin' so constant." "What do you work at mostly?" reiterated the official. Hite divined his suspicion. Some flying rumor had doubtless come to his ears, how credible, how unimpugnable, the moonshiner could not tell.
On the opposite side, at the rear, were baggage and storerooms. Just beside her she noted a boot-black's stand, where a colored boy listlessly waited for customers. "Shine, miss?" he inquired. "No," said Josie in a businesslike tone; "I'm looking for the printing office." "Secon' door, miss," indicating it with a gesture; "but dey ain't nobody dere. De room's mos'ly kep' locked."
"Sometimes we worked on Sat'day a'ternoon, owin' to de crops; but women all knocked off on Sat'day a'ternoon. On Sat'day night, we mos'ly had fun, playin' an drinking whiskey an' beer no time to fool 'roun' in de week time. "Some went to chu'ch an' some went fishin' on Sunday. On Chris'mas we had a time all kinds eatin' wimmen got new dresses men tobacco had stuff to las' 'til Summer.
'He called hisself so, dearie, but I niver knowed one of that gentle Romany as had a Gentile name. We sticks to our own mos'ly. Job! I shud think so. 'Are you sure he was a gipsy? 'Course I am, my noble Gorgio! He could patter the calo jib with the best of 'um. He know'd lots wot the Gentiles don' know, an' he had the eagle beak an' the peaked eye.
Mars Sid, I FELT um I FELT um, sah; dey was all over me. Dad fetch it, I jis' wisht I could git my han's on one er dem witches jis' wunst on'y jis' wunst it's all I'd ast. But mos'ly I wisht dey'd lemme 'lone, I does." Tom says: "Well, I tell you what I think. What makes them come here just at this runaway nigger's breakfast-time? It's because they're hungry; that's the reason.
Dey all had diffe'nt ways o' thinkin' 'bout it. Mos'ly though dey was jus' lak me, dey didn' know jus' zackly what it meant. It was jus' somp'n dat de white folks an' slaves all de time talk 'bout. Dat's all. Folks dat ain' never been free don' rightly know de feel of bein' free. Dey don' know de meanin' of it.
"I snik ship across all right," said Lejeune. "But I can' stop hees track. The ranger he know I cross all right." "What's the penalty?" asked Welton. "Mos'ly 'bout one hundred dollars," replied Lejeune promptly. "Mebbe five hundred." Welton sighed. "Is that the limit?" he asked. "Not more than five hundred?" "No. Dat all."
M.D. Graham put up de firs' store here an' de secon' was put up by my marster. "I worked in de fiel' some, but mos'ly I was a house servant. I used to go all over de country a-huntin' eggs an' chickens for de fam'ly on' count dey was so much comp'ny at de house. "A heap o' white folks was good to dey Niggers, jus' as good as dey could be, but a heap of' em was mean, too.
Down the trail they stopped in darkness and Bradley again clambered down from his box with the lantern to investigate. "'Z fur 'z I c'n see," he reported when he came back, "th' bridge is all right, but mos'ly under water." "Can we get across?" Belle Shockley asked querulously. Bradley answered with hesitation: "Why yes " "Oh, good!" "And no." "What does that mean?" snapped Belle.
"Jest look at thet, now!" said Abbie delightedly. "Thu leetle cuss wants ter be petted an' coddled. Well, he's like all other he-critters, got ter be humored an' made much of, whether they desarve it or not. An' I guess," with shrewd philosophy and a certain deliberate emphasis, "thet's what we poor she-males was mos'ly created for. Take Hank, now.
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