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Not dead: her heart told her that imperiously from the first. But there was not one instant to lose. "I cannot wait for you, Uncle Bone. I must go alone." "Debbil de step! I'll take yer 'cross fields ter Gentry's, an' ride on myself." "You could not find him. No one could find him but me." Something possessed the girl, other than her common self.
Why, you old ! Is my brother is your master a barn-door chicken-cock, that you call him 'Rooster?" asked the young man, snappishly. "Well, Shrooster, den, ef you wants me to wring my tongue in two. Ef people's sponsors in baptism will gib der chillun such heathen names, how de debbil any Christian 'oman gwine to twis' her tongue roun' it?
Joe! where do you expect to go when you die?" solemnly inquired Sybil, shaking her finger at the delinquent. "I do 'spect to go straight to de debbil, miss, for sure! Dat's de reason why I wants to take a drap of comfort in dis worl', 'cause I nebber shall get none dere. But bress my two eyes, miss, how glad dey is to look on your putty face again." "My 'putty' face?
"After awhile, robbers an' low down trash got to wearin' robes an' pretendin' dey was Klu Klux's. Folks called dem de 'white caps. Dey was vicious, an' us was more scared of 'em dan us'd ever been o' de Klan. When dey got likkered up de debbil sho' was turnt loose. "Mr. Jefferson Davis was pretty good' bout some things. But if he hadn' a-been mulish he could-a 'cepted de proposition Mr.
"Yah!" he screamed, choking out the muddy creek water that had well-nigh strangled him. "Yah! red debbil Injins kill ebberybody and tote off Mistis Marg'y and dat Jeanne 'ooman! Dat's what dey done!"
"Thaiuh 's de debbil, ketchin' mo' niggers nowadays dan he do white men, I 'fo' Gawd b'liebes." "Well, dat's because dey is so many mo' niggers dan dey is white folks," put in a philosopher. "Whut you say 'bout dat, Brudder Peter?" inquired the Persimmon, seriously. None of this discussion was either derision or burlesque.
"Stop that racket!" commanded Hippy. "Is any one chasing you?" "Ah Ah doan know. Ah Ah reckons de debbil hisself am chasing me. Ah " "Pull yourself together and tell us what happened to you," directed Grace as Lieutenant Wingate led the trembling lad up to them. "He got me, he did." "Who got you?" interjected Miss Briggs. "Ah doan know. He kotched me an' Ah yelled " "He yelled?
You say: 'Good Injun, him all time heap bueno. Say: 'Good Injun no drunk, no heap shoot, no heap yell all time bueno. Quick, or I'll land you headforemost in that pond, you infernal old hag!" "Good Injun hee-eeap kay bueno! Heap debbil all time." Hagar might be short of breath, but her spirit was unconquered, and her under lip bore witness to her stubbornness.
"Tituba does not hurt 'em." "Who does hurt them then?" "The debbil, for all I knows. "Did you ever see the Devil?" Tituba gave a low laugh. "Of course I've seen the debbil. The debbil came an' said, 'Serb me, Tituba. But I would not hurt the child'en." "Who else have you seen?" "Four women. Goody Osburn and Sarah Good, and two other women. Dey all hurt de child'en."
Squaw Rachel ketchum bad heart along yo'. Heap cry all time. No sleepum, no eatum all time heap sad. Ketchum bad spirit, mebbyso. Ketchum debbil. Sun go 'way, ketchum knife, go Hagar wikiup. Killum Hagar so." He thrust out his arm as one who stabs. "Killum himself so." He struck his chest with his clenched fist. "Hagar heap dead. Rachel heap dead. Kay bueno. Mebbyso yo' heap bad medicine. Yo' go."
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