"Bimeby one day, yer come de Yankees. Two un um come fus, en
den de whole face er de yeath swawm'd wid um. De fus glimpse I
kotch un um, I tuck my axe en march inter Ole Miss settin'-room.
She done had de sidebo'd move in dar, en I wish I may drap ef
'twuzn't fa'rly blazin' wid silver--silver cups en silver
sassers, silver plates en silver dishes, silver mugs en silver
pitchers. Look like ter me dey wuz fixin' fer a weddin'. Dar sot
Ole Miss des ez prim en ez proud ez ef she own de whole county.
Dis kinder ho'p me up, kaze I done seed Ole Miss look dat away
once befo' w'en de overseer struck me in de face wid a w'ip. I
sot down by de fier wid my axe tween my knees. Dar we sot w'iles
de Yankees ransack de place. Miss Sally, dar, she got sorter
restless, but Ole Miss didn't skasely bat 'er eyes. Bimeby, we
hear steps on de peazzer, en yer come a couple er young fellers
wid strops on der shoulders, en der sodes a draggin' on de flo',
en der spurrers a rattlin'. I won't say I wuz skeer'd," said
Uncle Remus, as though endeavoring to recall something he failed
to remember, "I won't say I wuz skeer'd, kaze I wuzzent; but I
wuz took'n wid a mighty funny feelin' in de naberhood er de
gizzard.
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