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"Ef'n you don' min', Ole Miss, Paisley, she done got de colick f'om a hull pa'cel er green apples," and "Abram he's des a-shakin' wid a chill en he say he cyarn go ter de co'n field." "Wait a minute and be quiet," the old lady responded briskly, for, as the boy soon learned, she prided herself upon her healing powers, and suffered no outsider to doctor her husband or her slaves.

"I gave your Christmas gift to Uncle Cupid, Aunt Rhody," she said; "he put it under the joists in your cabin, so you mustn't look at it till morning." "Lawd, chile, I'se done got Christmas gifts afo' now," replied Aunt Rhody, ungratefully, "en I'se done got a pa'cel er no count ones, too.

First the new overseer, knocking at her door, would call through the crack that a cow had calved, or that one of the sheep was too ill to go to pasture. Then Rindy, entering with her pails, would shake a pessimistic head. "Lawd, Miss Chris, one er dem ole coons done eat up er hull pa'cel er yo' chickens."

The forest woman flared up. "I hate the whole pack and pa'cel of 'em! I-hate 'em wuss'n a scalded pup hates vinegar on his back. I'll stay, of course, but I'll sick Henry on 'em if they bothers me; then I'll turn my back and fergit that Henry's chawin' up a human bein'. So there!"

The old negro, shabbier, lonelier, poorer than ever, shambled up to the wall where she was standing and uncovered a split basket full of eggs. "I'se got a pa'cel er hens hid in de woods over yonder," he explained, "en I keep de eggs behin' de j'ists in my cabin. Sis Floretty she tole me dat de w'ite folks wuz wuss off den de niggers now, so I brung you dese."

"You have, indeed. How is the equipment being brought in?" "By mule teams. I reckon, too, that they will have a fine tune getting in here on the trail that leads to the Dusenbery Company's works above our section and " "I say, Mister Lieutenant, do I understand ye to say that a pa'cel of lumberjacks is comin' here?" interrupted Joe Shafto. "Yes." "Then I quits right now.

"Let's rush through and fire the house." "And leave a pa'cel of niggers behind to shoot your lights out? Not me." "What the hell are you going to do?" "I don't know yet." "I wish I could see a nigger." "Hark!" Stealthy steps were approaching, a glint of steel flashed behind the fire lights.