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Updated: June 27, 2025
She had a husband and nine children, "An' las' year," said she, "missus was gwine to sell my oldes' gal an' her baby to get money to keep her two gals in school Norf somewhars, an' she tuck her baby an' run off for Canada, an' now she says she's got to sell my Mary;" and her tears came as from a fountain. "Why don't she come away as your other daughter did?" I asked.
Den I made bold ter ax him how our little 'count stood, kase we's been livin' mighty close fer a while, in hopes ter git a mite ahead so's ter sen' de two oldes' chillen ter school h'yer, 'gin winter.
"I 'member onct," he began in a ruminating fashion, "when a li'l boy come up to me an' sez: 'Unc Zack, he sez, 'which is de oldes', ladies or gemmen?" He watched the boy with a downward glance from the corner of his eye, but the little fellow maintained a dignified composure.
Maybe you'll see somethin' to remind you of Jesus Christ in that." Travis smiled. "Well," went on Jud, "you'd better take her now while the whole thing has played into yo' hands; but she the oldes' gyrl she don't know the ole 'oman's come back an' made her a home; that her father is sober an' there with her little sister, that Clay is away an' ain't deserted her.
"I was born in Harrison County, 19 miles from Pass Christian, 'long de ridge road from de swamp near Wolf River. My Marster was Ursan Ladnier. De Mistis' name was Popone. Us was all French. My father was a white man, Anatole Necaise. I knowed he was my father, 'cause he used to call me to him an' tell me I was his oldes' son. "I never knowed my mother.
He was working for thinking time: "He's crazy he's sho' crazy " he said to himself. Coming back, he said: "Pardon me, Mr. Travis but the oldes' gyrl what what about her, you know?" "She's mine, isn't she? I've won her outgeneraled the others by brains and courage.
Enough to tell what's kem o' 'Fambly. The oldes' gal went ter free school, l'arned ter read, write, an' cipher, an' married Pa'son Tyson's son, ez air a minister o' the gospel a-ridin' a Methodis' circuit in north Georgy now.
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