Dat brung de laff on yo' pa ag'in; an' he 'clare to God ef he ketch Vanrevel on any groun' er hisn he shoot him like a mad dog.

'Pon my livin' soul he mean dem wuds, Missy! Dey had hard 'nough time las' night keepin' him fum teahin' dat man to pieces at de fiah.

You mus' keep dat young gelmun 'way fum heah!" "He came home with me last night, Nelson; I told father so." "Yes'm.

Yo' pa tole me you say dat, but he reckon you done it to mek him madder, 'cause you mad, too.

He say he done see dat Crailey Gray comin' 'long de hedge wid you." "He was mistaken, it was Mr.Vanrevel." Nelson rolled his eyes fervently to heaven.