Chunk's pone and bacon had been put near the fire to
keep warm, and Scoville looked at the viands longingly.
At last he ventured to whisper, "Aun' Jinkey, I am as hungry as a
wolf."
"Hesh!" said the old woman softly. Then she rose, knocked the ashes
from her pipe with great deliberation, and taking a bucket started
for the spring. In going and coming she looked very sharply in all
directions, thus satisfying herself that no one was watching the
cabin. Re-entering, she whispered, "Kin you lif de trap-do'?"
Scoville opened it, and was about to descend. "No, you kyant do
dat," interposed Aun' Jinkey, quickly. "Lie down up dar, en I han'
you Chunk's supper. He gits his'n at de big house. You's got ter
play possum right smart, mars'r, or you git cotched. Den we cotch
it, too. You 'speck I doan know de resk Chunk en me tookin?"
"Forgive me, Aunt Jinkey. But your troubles will soon be over and
you be as free as I am."
"I doesn't want no sech freedom ez you got, mars'r, hid'n en
scrugin' fum tarin' en rarin' red-hot gallopers ez Mad Whately en
his men.
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