He lammed me with a horsewhip t'other day, 'cause I was ridin' behind his ox cart.

If he tried to git by me, I'll bounce a rock off'n his Sunday hat." "Doctor," whispered Keziah from the kitchen window.

"Doctor, come quick.
Nat wants you." Captain Nat was standing at the door of the bedroom.

His face was drawn and he had seemingly grown years older since noon.
"He's come to himself, doc," he whispered.

"He don't remember how it happened or anything.