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Whut I tell you?" he added as Jasper made his sudden appearance. "Here, nigger," said Peters, "go on away; I want to talk to Starbuck." Jasper told the negro to go and then he stood looking at Peters. "I didn't expect to see you here ag'in after what passed the other day. Didn't I tell you " Peters held up his hand. "Ricolleck I ain't in yo' house.
"But say, Jasper, come to think of it we did have some right sharp excitement over our way yistidy. 'Lowed thar war suthin' on my mind. Ricolleck the hoss the preacher swopped to Dave Somers?" "The bay with white fetlocks?" "Yes, thatter'n.
Jest fetched it along to remind you of the past." "Oh, my ricolliction is good, Peters. But I don't ricolleck how you come by that old pistol. None of yo' folks ever tuck it away from any of mine. I reckon some of yo' folks stold it outen the cou't house." "That's all right, Starbuck. No matter how it come, it is here.
I'd know him in Guinea," one of the oldest station parasites declared. "That's him, sure as shootin'," his comrade-in-laziness agreed. "A doctor, don't you ricolleck? Name's Corrie, no, Craney, no, that's not it neither A-ah!" trying hard to think a little. "Carey. Don't you remember?" the first speaker broke in, "Doc Carey.
You ricolleck you was stoopin' over, blowin' the fire, next mornin', when he seen the hairs on your britches, an' come down on you with the leather strop afore you knowed it." Thus one adventure recalled another, and the two old boys laughed uproariously, clapping their hands and holding their sides, while the sun climbed up among the treetops.
A settin' thar jest as quiet as could be, a listin' to a man that was makin' the puttiest speech, a talkin' like a preacher, an' all at once you hopped up an' made at him an' I never seed such a fight an' you come a walkin' back to me with yo' hands full of his hair. Laws a massy, don't I ricolleck it?" "Talkin' putty! W'y, Margaret, the feller was a tellin' of a lie.
An' when me an' them boys was a workin' up there we could hear that little woman a singin' down at the house a singin' the songs of glory she had hearn the old soldiers sing. Well, one day me an' them boys twin boys, Jedge, was a hoein' the co'n in the field. I ricolleck it jest as well as if it was yistidy. An' atter all these years I can hear that song a comin' up from the house.
"The crazy man that was atter her with a knife. Reckon you ricolleck Bud Thomas," he went on without a change of countenance. "He made a fiddle outen a gourd an' could play on it a right sharp. Went along by the sto' one day an' he war a settin' on a box with this here gourd riddle, an " "Well, but what about him?" Jasper broke in. "He war the crazy man.
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