[Danny's Own Story by Don Marquis]@TWC D-Link bookDanny's Own Story CHAPTER XVII 25/27
They yells like that when they have struck a scent. As we stood and looked at each other they come a crackle in the underbrush, jest to the left of us.
We turned our heads that-a-way, jest as a nigger man give a leap to the top of a rail fence that separated the road from the woods.
He was going so fast that instead of climbing that fence and balancing on the top and jumping off he jest simply seemed to hit the top rail and bounce on over, like he had been throwed out of the heart of the woods, and he fell sprawling over and over in the road, right before our feet. He was onto his feet in a second, and fur a minute he stood up straight and looked at us--an ashes-coloured nigger, ragged and bleeding from the underbrush, red-eyed, and with slavers trickling from his red lips, and sobbing and gasping and panting fur breath.
Under his brown skin, where his shirt was torn open acrost his chest, you could see that nigger's heart a-beating. But as he looked at us they come a sudden change acrost his face--he must of seen the doctor before, and with a sob he throwed himself on his knees in the road and clasped his hands and held 'em out toward Doctor Kirby. "ELISHyah! ELISHyah!" he sings out, rocking of his body in a kind of tune, "reveal yo'se'f, reveal yo'se'f an' he'p me NOW! Lawd Gawd ELISHyah, beckon fo' a CHA'iot, yo' cha'iot of FIAH! Lif' me, lif' me--lif' me away f'um hyah in er cha'iot o' FIAH!" The doctor, he turned his head away, and I knowed the thought working in him was the thought of that white woman that would always be an idiot for life, if she lived.
But his lips was dumb, and his one hand stretched itself out toward that nigger in the road and made a wiping motion, like he was trying fur to wipe the picture of him, and the thought of him, off'n a slate forevermore. Jest then, nearer and louder and sharper, and with an eager sound, like they knowed they almost had him now, them hounds' voices come ringing through the woods, and with them come the mixedup shouts of men. "RUN!" yells Sam, waving of that suit case round his head, fur one nigger will always try to help another no matter what he's done.
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