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Updated: June 16, 2025


You er mistook in de house." "Whose house is dis?" "It b'longs ter my husban', Mr. Smith, Primus Smith." "'Scuse me, but I knowed de house some years ago w'en I wuz here oncet on a visit, an' it b'longed ter a man name' Ben Davis." "Ben Davis Ben Davis? oh yes, I 'member now. Dat wuz de gen'man w'at wuz sent ter de penitenchy fer sump'n er nuther, sheep-stealin', I b'lieve.

Uncle Wellington's knees, already weak from fasting, trembled violently beneath him. The worst that he had feared was now likely to happen. His only hope of safety lay in flight, and yet the scene within so fascinated him that he could not move a step. "It 'u'd serve him right," exclaimed aunt Milly indignantly, "ef he wuz sent ter de penitenchy fer life!

He wuz 'rested las' week fer shootin' a w'ite man, an' wuz lynch' de same night. Dey wa'n't none of 'em no 'count after deir pappy went ter de penitenchy." "What went wid de proputty?" "Hit wuz sol' fer de mortgage, er de taxes, er de lawyer, er sump'n, I don' know w'at. A w'ite man got it." The man with the bundle went on until he came to a creek that crossed the road.

"Please, ma'am, will you tell me whether a man name' Ben Davis useter live in dis neighborhood?" "Useter live in de nex' house; wuz sent ter de penitenchy fer killin' a man." "Kin yer tell me w'at went wid Mis' Davis?" "Umph! I 's a 'spectable 'oman, I is, en don' mix wid dem kind er people.

"An' de way fer you ter close yo' do' tightes' ag'inst 'im is ter take me in his place. He ain' got no claim on you no mo'. He tuk his ch'ice 'cordin' ter w'at de lawyer tol' 'im, an' 'termine' dat he wa'n't yo' husban'. Ef he wa'n't yo' husban', he had no right ter take yo' money, an' ef he comes back here ag'in you kin hab 'im tuck up an' sent ter de penitenchy fer stealin' it."

Primus," she called, "w'at wuz Ben Davis, w'at useter own dis yer house, sent ter de penitenchy fer?" "Hoss-stealin'," came back the reply in sleepy accents, from the man seated by the fireplace. The traveler went on to the next house. A neat-looking yellow woman came to the door when he rattled the gate, and stood looking suspiciously at him. "W'at you want?" she asked.

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