My Lord-A'mighty! ma'm, can't you-all figger what'll happen ter weuns if they ever finds out that weuns done had him hid right here in this here house all the time?
I never heard tell of such dad burned, fool doin's in all my born days! I sure wish ter God that there old John-boat had a-tuck him off down the river an' smashed him up agin Elbow Rock, like hit ort, an' not a-fetched him ter our door ter git weuns in jail for savin' his worthless, no-'count hide,--I sure do!" "But, Judy, I never in all my life did such a thing before," said Auntie Sue in a tremulous whisper, too overwrought to speak aloud.
"You-all ain't a-needin' ter do hit but onct, neither.

Onct is sure a heap plenty for that there big Sheriff man.

Just look what he did ter my pap! He's jailed pap seven times, that I kin rec'lect.

God-A'mighty knows how many times he ketched him 'fore I was borned.

An' pap, he didn't do so mighty much ary time, neither." "I just had to do it, Judy, dear," protested Auntie Sue.