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ef I wuz well I wouldn' mine it so much, but ez it is, it bodders me
might'ly. You neber had no trouble wid er crap-shootin' nigger, ef you
had you'd be mo' consarned. Anybody gwine gib me er quarter."
"I'll give you a testament," said Jim, looking back and smiling at Tom.
"Testament! Ointment you better say," replied Kintchin. "Testament ain't
gwine be no mo' fo'ce wid dem niggers den de Lawd's pra'r would wid er
wild haug. Huh, I'se er dreadin' eber step o' de way ober dar."
"Here's a quarter," said Mrs. Mayfield, handing him a piece of silver.
"Thankee, ma'm. Oh, you's whut da calls er missiunary, an' I gwine he'p
ole black mammy pray fur you."
"Oh, how beautiful--nature sleeps and dreams of paradise," mused the
romantic woman and the preacher clasped his hands.
"Down off there is where the foxes live," said Lou. "One night I went
with pa to run them, and we galloped all round here, and when we got
home, just about day, my clothes were torn nearly all to pieces; but it
was such fun; and when old Bob got close to the fox and bellowed, it
seemed like he was beatin' his paw on my heart.
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