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Come up hyear now dis ebenin', an' let us all try ter hep yer git thu. Leave yer dancin' an' yer singin' an' yer playin', leave yer whiskey an' yer cussin' an' yer swearin', an' tu'n yer min's ter de s'ords an' de famines. "Wen de Lord fotches dem s'ords outn Eden, an' dem famines outn Egyp', an' tu'n 'em erloose on dis plantation, I tell yer, mun, dar's gwine be skyeared niggers hyear.

I never would a believed it if my eyes hadn't a seen and my ears a heard. You are no longer a grandson of mine. D'ye hear?" Ralph's perplexed and distressed look seemed to again infuriate the old man. "Pack up your traps and get outn here!" he raged, brandishing his walking stick. "My house is no longer a home for such as you."

The team of six bronchos fought against the weight of the lumbering vehicle behind, with stiff front legs threw themselves back against their harness. The driver, high on his box, sawed at the lines with his foot heavy on the creaking brake. "Whoa!" he roared. "Easy, yuh cow-faced loco-eyed broncs! Steady now, or I'll beat the livin' tar outn yuh!"

"We mountain folks live too much outn the world," said he. "What you goin' to do?" "Anything honest, to make a living. I'm not going to stay in these parts though." "If you've any notion of goin' down about Columbia, I can direct you to a friend of mine as lives there. Comes up here every summer to fish and hunt.

"Good mornin', Tim," he said, with great politeness. The man on the stump said nothing; he only looked on with complacent enjoyment. "Tim, is these two boys crazy?" he asked slowly. "They're crazy 'bout shootin' deserters," replied Tim. "Tim, tell 'em I ain't no deserter." His voice was full of entreaty. "Well, if you ain't a d'serter, what you doin' outn the army?"

At de fus peepin' uv de day, Brer Dan'l he usen fur ter hop outn his bed and git down on his knees; and soon's eber de horn hit blowed fur de hans ter come outn de field fur dinner, Brer Dan'l he went in his house, he did, and he flop right back on 'is knees. And wen de sun set, den dar he wuz agin er prayin' and er strivin' wid de Lord.

He passed into the cabin and observed a small pile of clothing on the floor. "There's your duds, boy," said Bras Granger grimly. "Pick 'em up and pull your freight outn here." Ralph surveyed the old man curiously; but as he noted the latter's stern, unyielding aspect he said no more until he had rolled up a clean shirt and a pair of socks.

When hit got ripe we gathered hit an we would put hit in a barrel an let hit soak bout er week den we would take de indigo stems out an squeeze all de juice outn dem, put de juice back in de barrel an let hit stay dere bout nother week, den we jes stirred an stirred one whole day.

Mah pa loved his big back sticks of wood to hold the fire. Wudden no stoves at that time. We cooked on chimney fires. We et ash cakes. Hit sho wuz good too. Granma say ash cake wuz healthy. Ah bleve fokes ought ter eat a few of dem now. We had a putty good school house made outn logs. Ah stop school when ah wuz in the third grade. Ah learnt purty fair.

"What are you doin', Uncle Bob?" called Diddie. "I'm jes er cuttin' me er few willers fur ter make baskit-handles outn." "Can't we come an' look at yer?" asked Diddie. "Yes, honey, efn yer wants ter," replied Uncle Bob, mightily pleased. "You're all pow'ful fon' er dis ole nigger; you're allers wantin' ter be roun' him."