Then she said, through the door, as how the chillern lay all sick with that hoss-distemper, diphthery.

Then she 'lowed she'd use a doctor ef I'd fetch him.

Then she 'lowed again I'd better take the baby that hadn't ketched it yet along with me, and leave it where it was safe.

Then she passed out the baby through the door all wrapped up in a blankit like a papoose, and you bet I made tracks with it.

I knowed thar wasn't no good going to the mill, so I let out for White's, four miles beyond, whar there was White's old mother.