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"I ain' sayin' not'n, Miss Lou, sence dat yo' 'quest, but doan you gib up," and Zany took her departure, resolving to have a conference with Chunk at the earliest possible moment. The impossible remedies suggested by Zany depressed Miss Lou all the more, for they increased her impression of the hopeless character of her position.
"What do you mean by such language?" "I mean des dis, mistis. Ef you tinks Miss Lou ole anuff ter mar'y you know she ain' a chile. Ef she ain' a chile she a woman. Does you tink you kin tromple on a woman? You kin tromple on me en I am' sayin' not'n, but you kyant tromple on a wi'te woman like yosef. I tells you you gittin' on scarey groun' wid Miss Lou."
With new and direful forebodings Aun' Jinkey declared loudly: "I doan know what he be. He ain' say not'n ter me 'bout gwine anywhar." Uttering an angry and contemptuous exclamation, Zany sped back, and, with a scared look, said to Miss Lou, "Aun' Jinkey 'clar she dunno not'n 'bout Chunk's doin's. Ef she ain' foolin' me, I des belebe he's runned away."
His superior officer was called, all the parties questioned closely, the garden and Aun' Jinkey's cabin searched, but no new facts discovered. The old negress was savagely threatened, but she only replied, "I dunno, I dunno not'n. Wat got inter you ter tink an ole tottery, skeered ooman lak me gwine out in de dark en knock Marse Perkins on de haid?" "Where's your grandson, Chunk?"
After losing a few lines, I copied literally into my note-book: "Ye see dem boat way dah ahead. Chorus. Oahoiohieu. De San Charles is arter 'em, dey mus' go behine. Oahoiohieu. So stir up dah, my livelies, stir her up. Oahoiohieu. Dey's burnin' not'n but fat and rosum. Oahoiohieu. Oh, we is gwine up de Red River, oh! Oahoiohieu. Oh, we mus' part from you dah asho'. Oahoiohieu.
She seem right hyar wid us she only lil gyurl toder day en now she 'clinin' to notions ob her own, en she steal away to whar she tink no one see her en tink on heaps ob tings. Won'er ef eber, like de run, she wanter go way off fum us? "Ole mars'r en ole miss dunno en doan see not'n. Dey kyant. Dey tinks de worl' al'ays gwine des so, dat means de way dey tink hit orter go.
Marse Scoville en de big Linkum gin'ral say we free, en Perkins larf 'temptuous like. We des all a-lookin' ter you, young mistis." "Oh, uncle! what can I do?" "Shame on you, Uncle Lusthah, fer pilin' up sech a heap ob 'plexity on my honey," cried Aun' Jinkey, who was as practical as she was superstitious. "I kin tell you w'at ter do. I doan projeck en smoke in my chimbly-corner fer not'n.
But there, putting his foot upon it to bar the way, he said: "Josephine, the devil never bid so high for me before in his life as he's bidding for me now. And there's only one thing in the way; he's bid too late." Her eyes flashed with injured resentment. "Ah, you! you dawn't know not'n' " But he interrupted: "Stop, I don't mean more than just what I say.
"Time you knowed dat Miss Lou trus' me en I ain' doin' not'n ter loss dat trus'. She know bettah'n you dat ef dars eny ting ter be done I de one ter he'p." "We can trust Zany," whispered Miss Lou, who had become very pale. "You have some news about Lieutenant Scoville?" "Well, on'y dis, honey, Chunk lookin' fer 'im.
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