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"Ef Primus had 'a' knowed whose shote dat wuz, he 'd 'a' manage' ter git pas' it somehow er 'nudder. Ez it happen', de shote b'long ter a cunjuh man w'at libbed down in de free-nigger sett'ement. Co'se de cunjuh man did n' hab ter wuk his roots but a little w'ile 'fo' he foun' out who tuk his shote, en den de trouble begun.
"'You take dis cha'm, sez she, 'en put it in a bottle er a tin box, en bury it deep unner de root er a live-oak tree, en ez long ez it stays dere safe en soun', dey ain' no p'isen kin p'isen you, dey ain' no rattlesnake kin bite you, dey ain' no sco'pion kin sting you. Dis yere cunjuh man mought do one thing er 'nudder ter you, but he can't kill you.
'No, massa, dar'm places dar whar de ole debil cudn't fine him, nor de dogs nudder. 'I thought the bloodhounds would track a man anywhere. 'Not t'ru de water, massa; dey lose de scent in de swamp. 'But how can a negro live there, how get food? 'De darkies work dar and dey take 'em nuff. 'Then the other negroes often know where the runaways are; don't they sometimes betray them?
Co'se he 'cuse' de niggers er it, but dey all 'nied it ter de las'. Mars Dugal' sot spring guns en steel traps, en he en de oberseah sot up nights once't er twice't, tel one night Mars Dugal' he 'uz a monst'us keerless man got his leg shot full er cow-peas. But somehow er nudder dey couldn' nebber ketch none er de niggers.
"She went away this morning, then?" "Yah. She bane go dis mornin'." "Is her name Olga Cedarstrom?". "No! No!" exclaimed Mrs. Johnson, shaking her head vigorously. "You not b'know dis Olga. She 'nudder girl." "Where is your husband?" asked Mr. Day hopelessly. "Perhaps he can tell me more about her." "Yon Yonson gone to Dover," declared his wife, suddenly shutting the door and leaving Mr.
"I wuz at yo' house las' night, Brer Remus," remarked Brer John Henry, "but I couldn't roust you outer bed." "Hit was de unseasonableness er de hour, I speck," said Uncle Remus, dryly. "'Pears unto me dat you all chu'ch deacons settin' up mighty late deze col' nights. You'll be slippin' round arter hours some time er nudder, an you'll slip bodaciously inter de calaboose. You mine w'at I tell you."
"I ain't turnin' nothin' loose on chu'ch 'scriptions. I wants money right now fer ter git a pint er meal." 'Tain't dat." "An' I ain't heppin fer ter berry nobody. Much's I kin do ter keep de bref in my own body." "'Tain't dat, nudder." "An' I ain't puttin' my han' ter no reckommends.
"DE animils en de creeturs," said Uncle Remus, shaking his coffee around in the bottom of his tin-cup, in order to gather up all the sugar, 'dey kep' on gittin' mo' en mo' familious wid wunner nudder, twel bimeby, 'twan't long 'fo' Brer Rabbit, en Brer Fox, en Brer Possum got ter sorter bunchin' der perwishuns tergedder in de same shanty.
He ended by humming, "Now all dem happy days am ober." "Better not let Massa hear yer sing dat ar," said Dinah. "He make yer sing nudder song." "She's mighty gran' lady, an' a bery perlite missis, an' Ise sorry fur her," replied Tom. Mr. Fitzgerald had no sense of refreshment in his morning ride. He urged his horse along impatiently, with brow contracted and lips firmly compressed.
"Now dar wuz er nudder little Fraid name Dreary; an' she wuz sad an' gloomy, an' neber dance, nor play, nor nuf'n; but would jes go off poutin', like to herse'f. Well, one day she seed er big flat stone under a tree.
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