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Isaac Stier, Ex-slave, Lauderdale County FEC Edith Wyatt Moore Rewrite, Pauline Loveless Edited, Clara E. Stokes ISAAC STIER Natchez, Mississippi "Miss, my name is Isaac Stier, but folks calls me 'Ike. I was named by my pappy's young Marster an' I aint never tol' nobody all o' dat name. It's got twenty-two letters in it. It's wrote but in de fam'ly Bible.

When th’ army pulled out, th’ Apaches got it into their heads as how they finally licked us good an’ proper an’ this here was their country fur th’ takin’. Nearly was, too. "Then th’ Rebs got up on their high horse an’ said as how iffen Don Cazar warn’t with ’em, then he was agin ’em, an’ they would jus’ move in on him. He tol’ ’em to go ahead an’ try.

He tol' her it was true he forged th' check, but he did it to save her. He was a man an' it wouldn't hurt fer him to go to jail so much as it would a girl. He said he was glad he did it, an' didn't mind servin' a sentence in prison. I think, miss, as Tom meant thet ev'ry word uv it. But Lucy broke down under the thing an' raved an' cried, an' nuther Nell ner I could do anything with her.

Steve pointed to them. "Rickolect whut I tol' you about hell a-comin' about that terbaccer?" Jason nodded. "Well, hit's come." His tone was ominous, personal, and disturbed the boy. "Look here, Steve," he said earnestly, "haven't you had enough now? Ain't you goin' to settle down and behave yourself?" The man's face took on the snarl of a vicious dog. "No, by God! I hain't.

He uster go away to the city orften, and one time he got a-gamblin' in one of them there dens. He went ter the dickens right quick then. At last he kum home one time and tol' his folks he had up and sold the farm and all he had in the worl'. His leetle wife she died then. Tom he went crazy, and soon after " The narrative was interrupted by the little man, who became possessed of devils.

Late an' dark as it was I went down to the bunk-house, tol' the boys to stick aroun' for orders in the mornin', saddled my horse and beat it for a quiet place where I could think. I never wanted to think so much in my life, Steve. Remember the ol' cabin by the big timber over on the east side?" "The old McKittrick place? Yes."

The Girl started; her face went white. "The woman the woman d'you say?" "Why, yes, it was a woman that first tol' them that Ramerrez was in the camp to rob The Polka," Sonora informed her, though his tone showed plainly his surprise at being compelled to repeat a thing which, he wrongly believed, she already knew. "We saw her at The Palmetto," leered Rance.

The woman looked keenly at her. "What yo' name?" she said. "My name's Patsy Ann Meriweather." "An' is yo' got a step-mothah?" "No," said Patsy Ann, "I ain' got none now, but I's sut'ny 'spectin' one." "What you know 'bout step-mothahs, honey?" "Mis' Gibson tol' me. Dey sho'ly is awful, missus, awful." "Mis' Gibson ain' tol' you right, honey. You come in hyeah and set down.

I vas comin' home und it vas dark already yust like I tol' you, und I seen dot man come along by Ballards' house und stand by der door long time I seen heem stan' dere, und I yust go by der little trees under, und vatching vat it is for doin' dere, dot man?

"'Dah now, old Doshy said she was the nurse that had brought the pickaninny up 'dey done tol' each othah howdy. "'Told each other howdy nothing, said old Fairfax solemnly, 'they have made a silent compact of eternal friendship, and I propose to ratify it right here.

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