So den de blacksmif gun de wud, en de Bad Man
sa'nter off down de big road, settin' traps en layin' his
progance fer ter ketch mo' sinners.
"De nex' year hit pass same like t'er one. At de 'p'inted time
yer come de Ole Boy atter de blacksmif, but still de blacksmif
had some jobs dat he bleedzd ter finish up, en he ax de Bad Man
fer ter take holt er de sludge en he he'p 'im out; en de Bad Man,
he 'low dat r'er'n be disperlite, he don't keer ef he do hit 'er
a biff er two; en wid dat he grab up de sludge, en dar he wuz
'gin, kase he done conju'd de sludge so dat whosomedever tuck 'er
up can't put 'er down less'n de blacksmif say de wud. Dey
perlaver'd dar, dey did, twel bimeby de Bad Man he up'n let 'im
off n'er year.
"Well, den, dat year pass same ez t'er one. Mont' in en mont' out
dat man wuz rollin' in dram, en bimeby yer come de Bad Man. De
blacksmif cry en he holler, en he rip 'roun' en t'ar his ha'r,
but hit des like he didn't, kase de Bad Man grab 'im up en cram
'im in a bag en tote 'im off. W'iles dey wuz gwine 'long dey come
up wid a passel er fokes w'at wuz havin' wanner deze yer fote er
July bobbycues, en de Ole Boy, he 'low dat maybe he kin git some
mo' game, en w'at do he do but jine in wid um.
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