I'm sorry now thet I didn't shoot him thru the belly, so thet he'd been a week a-dyin' an' every minnit he'd remembered what he wuz killed fur.

But I wuz so afeered that I would not kill him ef I hit him some place else'n the heart--thet's a wayall pizen varmints hev--thet I didn't da'r resk hit.

I wuz detarmined ter git him, too, ef I had ter foller him clean ter Cumberland Gap." "Ye done God's vengeance," said Aunt Debby sternly.

"An' yit hit wuz very soon ter expect hit." She clasped her hands upon her forehead and rocked back and forth, gazing fixedly into the mass of incandescent coals.
"Hit's gwine to cla'r up ter-morrow," said Fortner, returning from an inspection of the sky at the door.

"Le's potter off ter bed," he continued rousing up Harry.