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"I'se feared dat ain' de right speret, honey."
"How can one have the right spirit when mocked by such a hope as
I've had? It needn't have happened. Oh, Mrs. Waldo, I could tell you
NOW I'm no Christian at all. I say it needn't have happened. And
then think how Uncle Lusthah prayed!"
"Chunk down dar by de run, Miss Lou," whispered Zany. "I lis'n wid
all my years en eyes."
"Miss Lou, I'se yere in de shadder ob dis bush," Chunk called
softly.
"Tell me everything."
"Darsn't twel I feels mo' safe, Miss Lou. Kin on'y say now Marse
Scoville des dote on you en he ax questions 'bout you sence you lil
gyurl. Hun'erds ob times he say, 'Chunk, we go back some day, sho!'
But he do he duty brabe. I go wid 'im ev'ywhar en onst, des on de
aige ob night, he wuz ridin' long wid 'bout twenty ob he men en dis
ting happen. We didn't tink any Rebs roun' en I'd been kep' back
tryn' ter git a chicken fer mars'r's supper. Ez I riz a hill, ridin'
right smart I see our folks goin' easy en car'less inter a woods.
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