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"You see, missy" she had come nearer now, and assumed a confidential tone "you see, Sister Sophy-Sophia she 'ain't nuver found rest yit, an' dat frets Pompey. Hit troubles 'im in de sperit an' I promised him to try to pacify her." "Pacify her! Why, Tamar! How can you pacify a person who is dead? And how do you know that her spirit isn't at rest?"
"I'm only askin' ye ter give me yore hand ye won't nuver do hit ergin. We're goin' ter bust up thet crowd an' penitenshery them thet leads 'em. I hate ter hev ye mixed up, when thet comes ter pass. Will ye give me yore hand?"
Ef they're false ye've done struck me a blow I kain't nuver fergive, an' I don't see how you an' me kin both go on livin'. I aims ter find out fer myself, an' meanwhile I'll keep my pledge ter ye." He paused, then the leader triumphed over the stricken individual. "Keep right on goin' ter every meetin' ther riders holds," he directed, quietly. "Don't suffer 'em ter suspicion no falsity."
"Ye've got my pledge," answered Thornton, disdainfully, "an' albeit ye knows ye don't keep 'em yoreself, ye knows thet I don't nuver break 'em. Ye've got ther knowledge, moreover, thet I hain't a-goin' ter be content save ter sottle this business with ye fust handed man ter man."
I ain't gwine pay no 'tention ter none o' y' all no mo' now tell I git yo' supper ready. Po' little Brindle! Stan' so still, an' ain't say a word. I'm a-fixin' yo' feed now, honey yas, I is! I allus mixes yo's fust, caze I know you nuver gits in till de las' one an' some o' de rest o' de greedies mos' gin'ally eats it up fo' you gits it. She's a Scriptu'al cow, Brindle is she so meek.
"But she couldn't go ter hebn ef she's so bad," said Diddie; "the angel wouldn't let her come in," "The cow throwed her in," said Dumps, "an' the angel wan't er lookin', an' he nuver knowed nothin' 'bout it." "That's er mighty funny story," said Diddie; "but I'll let it stay in the book only you ain't finished it, Dumps. Hyear's fo' mo' lines of paper ain't written yet."
Ole missis didn' fin' out 'bout it for mo'n a month, an' den, Lawd! how she did cry and kiss Marse Chan; an' ole marster, aldo' he never say much, he wuz jes' ez please' ez ole missis. He call me in de room an' made me tole 'im all 'bout it, an' when I got th'oo he gi' me five dollars an' a pyar of breeches. "But ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin he nuver did furgive Marse Chan, an' Miss Anne she got mad too.
"He's just gittin' ready fer the man who shot his daddy." "Well, who the hell WAS the feller?" The other man laughed, lowered his voice, and the heart of the listening lad thumped painfully against the bowlder under him. "Well, I hain't nuver told hit afore, but I seed with my own eyes a feller sneakin' outen the bushes ten minutes atter the shot was fired, an' hit was Babe Honeycutt."
Him an' me, we hain't got no manner of use for one another, but he's kinderly kin ter you an' he bears the repute of bein' ther workin'est man in this county." "Sim Squires!" exclaimed old Aaron. "I didn't nuver think of him, but I reckon Sim couldn't handily spare ther time from his own farm. Ef he could, though, hit would be mighty pleasin'." "I reckon mebby he couldn't," agreed Bas.
Ye richly merits ter die an' I misdoubts ef ye escapes fur but I hain't ergoin' ter suffer ye ter contam'nate this tree an' I aims ter give ye a few minutes' start, ef I kin." Now she rose from the ankle fetters and the man took a step, to find himself free. "Begone," ordered the woman, tensely. "Don't tarry an' don't nuver let me see ye ergin'!"
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