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Hits at de cote 'ouse, subs. I'ze err
Morris niger. My marster he done tole
de cote Morris nlggers kin come an go
as dee pleases. Nobody amt gut no
call ter stop dee. He answer dee amt
dom no harm ner muffin but min in dee
own business er else dee marster's.
" 'Shet up yo' BLACK rascalp say
Harp Cross. I gwine wbup yo' case
yo' is er Morris niger. Eff yo' marster
open his mouG I'll gin him some er de
same. Yo' oughter hab er hundred
lashes We ain gut time ter gin yo'
but 30.
" Please yo'se'fs, gentemuns, Sam
say, case he amt wanter glib dee no
scuse ter him mo-. He gut home bout
de Earn er day, an when Marse John
Ant'ny come ter hear dat tale de WIS
er time on dat plantation, sho' Fust
off he sw'ar ne giving kill all dam pat
ter rollers in dee tracks, but Sam he
hollered an bellered so ober dat at las
his marster halter promus ter let nm
keep on libin. Den he thunk he go ter
law ober hit, but dat ain suitin him.
After while he sorter laugh an say: 'Des
yo' wait Sam, boy. We fix um yit.
''He sho did fix dat dar Harp Cross
Marse John Ant'ny wus metty good ter
keep he wu'd when he done gin hit. He
nebber say nothin ter nobody but Sam.
In I'LL while here come Harp Cross
streakin long de big road whar ruined
right outside de Morris big gate. An
Hvn' hn lol-
butter 'oon't melt in he mouf:
Mr.. Cross, mus ak yo' ter stop
long 'nough ter settle dat I'LL count
er ourn.
"'Whut count is dat?' Harp say. Y
nebber knowed was OWN yo' muffin,
Mr.. Morris
"Yo's mistooken, Marse John
Ant'ny say. 'Yo' owes me a heap an
yo' gut ter pay right now.
ovid dat he draws er bead on Harp
He could hit dc crack in de doah 50 fur
off yo' CANT hardly see hit dar. Dem
whar seen him tole me his face wus
white as no shut, his eyes DIES er bla2in,
when he say ter Harp:
''Yo' scoundrel, yo' dared ter hit
my 10Y Sam-Sam, dat's mo- cr gem
temun i'll one brcff dan ebber yo'll be
in er lifetime. | wants yo' an all yo'
sort ter know l stan's fer my black peo-
pie. Whoobber totches dem totchos me.
'Cepting fer his color Sam, could er
tn ashed dc whole kit an bllin oh yo'.
Yo' wouldn' nebber dared ter lay er
finger on him ef yo' hadn' knowed he
couldn' hit back. Yo' had yo' time.
Now he gut hisn. Yo' gut ter histe yo
shut an take lick fer lick wild me stan
min by ter see hit we'll laid on. Eff yo'
dom, ole pistil say de res, an all Harp
Cross done wus ter git often he hawse
an stan dar whar Marse John Ant'ny
tole him. Sam hit i'm three fo' ticks;
den he gut sorry fer dat white man, an
he say:
'Marster, wild yo' commission, sub,
we stop dis 1 knows how hit feels.
rudder let dis ycro gentemun loose
'Des as you lexis, Marso John
Ant'ny say. I'm glad ter see yo's too
much err man ter lex hittin er Teller
whar CANT hit back. Now, Mr.. Cross,
we GIBBS yo receipt in full. De business
is settled, an we's so much 'bleeged fer
yo' company we don't think we's ebber
gwine want hit any mo-.
Den Sam he fotcht up Harp's hawse
an hilt de stirrup same lex he done fer
de yother company gentemuns. But
when Harp gut way fun dem two he
lef' do kentry, he did-nebber eben
went home ter tell he folks goodby. In
Pill while, ole man an Gle CONAN had
done sold out, stock, lock an bar'il, an
gone ter de Eellenoy.
Gus thunk den US wus good an red on
um. But yero come de wah, an yere come
Harp, too, fightin 'ginst we all, big man
err heap. Dat how came him CunneI
Cross now. hear um say, too, dat how
come he got de CONAN he mated He
fit in de same cum'ny wild her bruddor,
an one time somehow he sabe de
brudder's life, an gut mos kilt hese'f
fer doin hit. When he come outen de
hawspittle, she took an took keer on
him fer it'll while. Den she up an
mated him. 1 spec she amt knowed
no better'n dat-'taint no quality folks
up dar in dat kentry An den Harp he
wus right peart, an mon ia ar ter look
at Sis May Johnson, she been cookin
fer dee Is year, an she lows Miss Cross
is DIES as much viii folks as yo' an
Miss Francis dars ter be. l tells her
dat CANT be so-had er been dee neb
Der would had de inchorunce ter come
back yere after de fightin wus all done
wild money in bofe powkits when dee
betters wus po' an sorry too.
II yere um say she wus richer'n
cream an peaches. Dee buyed one do
bes' places in dee county, an dar dee
been stayin off an ON ebber sence. Yo'
knows dee don hab ON much truck wild
de neighbors, but den dee's way SO
much er de time dat ain 'tso 'stonishin.
81 wonder why the man came back
at all, "Tony said thoughtfully. "When
was it, Nanny, that my father made
Sam
''Des de leas' I'LL while TO- de wah,"
Nanny said effectively. 81 disremem-
bers zactly how long, but yo' pappy
he ginned ter cote Miss Francis dies