"Oh, mammy," she sighed, "I'm so tired, I'm so tired; yet I can do
nothing at all."
"You po' lil chile," groaned Aun' Jinkey, "how dif'ernt you looks
ner w'en you fus sot dar en wish sump'n happen."
"Oh," cried the girl almost despairingly, "too much has happened!
too much has happened! How can God let such troubles come upon us?"
"Eben Uncle Lusthah hab ter say he dunno. He say he des gwine ter
hole on twel de eend, en dat all he kin do."
"Oh, mammy, I'm all at sea. I haven't any strength to hold on and
there doesn't seem anything to hold on to. Oh, mammy, mammy, do you
think he's surely dead?"
"I feared he is," groaned Aun' Jinkey. "Dey say he spook come arter
Perkins en dat w'y de oberseer clared out."
"Oh, horrible!" cried the girl. "If his spirit could come here at
all would it not come to me instead of to that brutal wretch? Oh,
mammy, I don't know which is worse, your religion or your
superstition. You believe in a God who lets such things happen and
you can think my noble friend would come back here only to scare a
man like Perkins.
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