"He have fought a good fight, and he have finished his co'se, but"-- here his voice sank almost to a whisper--"he have come home to die." A chill seemed to creep all over John Jay's warm little body.

He raised his head from the pillow to listen still more carefully.
"Yes, they say he got the gallopin' consumption while he was up Nawth, shovellin' snow an' such work, an' studyin' nights in a room 'thout no fiah.

He took ole Mars's name an' he have brought honah upon it, but what good is it goin' to do him?
Tell me that.

For when the leaves go in the autumn time, then Jintsey's boy must go too." "Where's he stayin' at now ?" demanded Mammy sharply, although she drew the corner of her apron across her eyes.
"He's down to Mars' Nat's at the toll-gate cottage.

'Peahs like it's the natch'el place for him to be.