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She went on: "Dee say he sutny live strong, wuz jes rich as cream, an' weahed he blue coat an' brass buttons, an' lived in dat ole house whar was up whar de pines is now, an' whar bu'nt down, like he owned de wull. An' now look at it; dat man own it all, an' cuttin' all de woods off it. He don't know nuttin 'bout black folks, ain' nuver been fotch up wid 'em.
"Aren't you glad you're here, Mammy, aren't you glad?" she insisted, with her arm about the old woman's neck. "I'd des like ter git a good look at ole Miss agin," returned Mammy Riah, softening, "caze ef you en ole Miss ain' des like two peas in a pod, my eyes hev done crack wid de sight er you. Dar ain' been nuttin' so pretty es you sence de day I dressed ole Miss in 'er weddin' veil."
He was the son of her former owner; and now, finding her proper support failing her, she instinctively turned to him. "He wouldn' let him turn we all out." "He ain' got nuttin, an' ef he is, he kyarn get it in a week," said Ephraim. "Kyarn you teck it in de co't?" "Dat's whar he say he gwine have it ef I don' git out," said her husband, despairingly. Her last defence was gone.
"I'm gwine ter tell ye now, chillun," he exclaimed with uplifted arms, "ye don't know nuttin' 'bout no terrible diseases till dat wust er all called de Divers git ye! An' hit's a comin' I tell ye. Hit's gwine ter git ye, too. Ye can flee ter the mountain top, an' hit'll dive right up froo de air an' git ye dar. Ye kin go down inter de bowels er de yearth an' hit'll dive right down dar atter ye.
"Dar now," said Aunt Ailsey, soothingly, "you des set right still en wait twel ter-night at de full er de moon." She got up and took down one of the crumbling skins from the chimney-piece. "Ef'n de hine foot er a he frawg cyarn tu'n yo' hyar decent," she said, "dar ain' nuttin' de Lawd's done made es'll do hit.
A'm t'ink mebbe-so dat damn good t'ing ol' Bat goin' long. If she damn fine girl mebbe-so Tex, he goin' mar' her. Dat be good t'ing. But, by Gar! if he don' mar' her, he gon' leave her 'lone. Me A'm lak' dat Tex fine, lak' me own brudder. He got de good heart. But w'en he drink de hooch, den A'm got for look after him. He don' care wan damn 'bout nuttin'. Dat four bit in Las Vegas, dats a'right.
'Tain't nuttin', 't all." And then he almost fell. "Go back, Bob." "All right, Ole Cap'n, I reckon I'll jus' lay down heah little while," he said, stretching out behind the tree. And Grafton reached over for Crittenden's hand.
She folded her hands limply on her bosom, and drawing a cheek and shoulder toward each other, replied: "Nuttin'" The questioner's severity darkened. "Why do you smile at nothing?" She laid the tips of her fingers upon her lips to compose them. "You din come in you' carridge. She goin' to thing 'tis Miché Reechin." The smile forced its way through her fingers.
I hope you think I shall have a good husband, Peter." "Hope so, too nebber know till time come. All good for little while Injin good, squaw good. Juss like weadder. Sometime rain sometime storm sometime sunshine. Juss so wid Injin, juss so wid pale-face. No difference. All same. You see dat cloud? he little now; but let wind blow, he grow big, and you see nuttin' but cloud.
"He say he'll gi' me jes one week mo' to pay him all he ax for it," continued he, forced to a correction by her intense feeling, and the instinct of a man to defend the absent from a woman's attack, and perhaps in the hope that she might suggest some escape. "He ain' nuttin sep po' white trash!" she repeated. "How you gwine raise eight hundred dollars at once? Dee kyarn nobody do dat. Gord mout!
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