Everybody 'lows there won't nothin' in the woods hurt him nohow; so we let him come and go, as he likes; and he just stops with the neighbors wherever he happens in.

Folks are all as good to him as they can be, 'cause everybody knows how it is.

You see, sir, people here don't think nothin' of a wood's colt, nohow, but we was raised different.

As wife says, we've most forgot civilized ways, but I guess there's some things a man that's been raised right can't never forget.
"She died when Pete was born, and the last thing she said was, 'He'll come, Daddy, he'll sure come.' Pete says the wind singin' in that big pine over her grave is her a callin' for him yet.

It's mighty queer how the boy got that notion, but you see that's the way it is with him.
"And that ain't all, sir." The big man moved his chair nearer the other, and lowered his voice to a hoarse whisper; "Folks say she's come back.