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Updated: May 19, 2025
I raikon 'ain't been no sleep in in my house sence docteh done fetch 'im." "Well, what do you propose to do about it?" Williams lifted his eyes from the ground and gazed off through the trees. "Raikon I got good appetite, an' sleep jes like er dog, but he he's done broke me all up. 'Tain't no good, nohow.
Following his glance timorously, his wife nodded, and in a low tone answered: "I raikon he's done gone t' sleep." Williams then slunk noiselessly across his threshold. He lifted a chair, and with infinite care placed it so that it faced the dreaded inner door. His wife moved slightly, so as to also squarely face it.
They seemed to be making no plans at all to reach a place of more complete safety. They were halted and stupefied by some unknown calamity. "How do you raikon they cotch him, Sim?" one whispered mournfully. "I don't know," replied another, in the same tone. Another with a low snarl expressed in two words his opinion of the methods of Fate: "Oh, hell!"
His wife was staring at him aghast. She stood in front of the stove, and her arms were spread out in the natural movement to protect all her sleeping ducklings. But Williams arose without having touched the door. "I raikon he er-sleep," he said, fingering his wool. He debated with himself for some time. During this interval his wife remained, a great fat statue of a mother shielding her children.
Suddenly she turned and whispered, "Who is he?" "He's Cap'n Sawyer, m'm," they told her sorrowfully. "He's our own cap'n. He's been in command of us yere since a long time. He's got folks about yere. Raikon they cotch him while he was a-visiting." She was still for a time, and then, awed, she said: "Will they will they hang him?" "No, m'm. Oh no, m'm. Don't raikon no such thing. No, m'm."
I raikon your mommer don't 'low this foolishness, she know it. I ain't gwi' have you round yere spilin' yer pants, an' have Mis' Trescott light on me pressen'ly. 'Deed I ain't." He spoke with an air of great irritation, but he was not annoyed at all. This tone was merely a part of his importance. In reality he was always delighted to have the child there to witness the business of the stable.
They seemed to be making no plans at all to reach a place of more complete safety. They were halted and stupefied by some unknown calamity. "How do you raikon they cotch him, Sim?" one whispered mournfully. "I don't know," replied another in the same tone. Another with a low snarl expressed in two words his opinion of the methods of Fate: "Oh, hell!"
Suddenly she turned and whispered, "Who is he?" "He's Cap'n Sawyer, m'm," they told her sorrowfully. "He's our own cap'n. He's been in command of us yere since a long time. He's got folks about yere. Raikon they cotch him while he was a-visiting." She was still for a time and then, awed, she said, "Will they will they hang him?" "No, m'm. Oh, no, m'm. Don't raikon no such thing. No, m'm."
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